Not the City

Not the city

Still summers night
standing naked
cigarette in mouth
surveying the road
winding in valley below
enveloped in mist

Strangers pass
shrouded in cars
and clothes
headlights
like fireflies
flashing thru the trees

Warm air
drapes my skin
I inhale the smoke
with wisterias
sweet scent
wrapping around me

Flashes illuminate
silhouetting
silent ridges
slumbering
under cover of
fresh foliage

Bed calls
back inside
under cover
give thanks
living in the
mountains