Lenny Everson

When they ask, "Did he truly live?"
Say I found a ridge
At the edge of the sky

 

Say I knew what the morning was
The light through the woods
The dew in June heavy on the tent

 

Say I came to each new path
With anticipation
Almost greed

 

Someday, when they ask, "Did he truly live?"
Say, "There were a few trails
That made his life a poem."