Yosemite Dream
Was it a dream, this vision this scent of jasmine?
Was it a dream, this heart-beat-pulse of Yosemite, this vision of Muir?
Can we share this space – expansive enough for the RV and the climber,
the rich and the poor?
Can this vision, create an understated utopia?
Posted by
Steven Fletcher at 3:53 AM
Edited on: Sunday, March 30, 2008 2:54 AM
Categories:
Poetry