Yosemite meadow whispers,
wind brushes snow.
"Where no man has gone before!"
My brother says, dropping his body
prone on his back
then laughs hysterically,
swim his arms and swish legs.
Leave a perfect angel.
Back out cover tracks,
branch of cedar perfume.
Driving home pass the valley
where El Portal rests
under the cover of fog.
Is Cary Stayner still alive?
Do ghosts haunt the town?
His brother returns from abduction,
scarring the family.
Those Devils never learned how to make snow angels?
Caroline Gerardo 3/5/2016 Copyright
