Pretty Mountain - Mary Halvorson

These days i drink less coffee

And have less laughing to do

But often recall the lavish roars

We chalked up on the road

Inside the country’s blurry nights

The divine unfamiliar places

Aglow through driving windows

Best distorted by the rain

The decade since was lost

To telescopic motion

Repeating colorless faces

Big deal pretty mountain

These days there’s no real light here

It’s mostly sharply dull

And certainly none will appear again

So wondrously out of so little

Big deal pretty mountain