I wrote this at the Northwest String Summit.  Read with zest.  Enjoy.

The Hideout  

Getting your shoes

is always a feat

when you ride

hopped up hay wagons

pushin' squares

across the sunset's slab

sliced behind

a melted

mountain range

where our flare got

the best of the

beat as I

skip hop stopped

to flash

my superhero card

just to sneek

by and dive

toungue first

into cotton candy

webs with freaky

legs and long lost

disco dancers

under a rock that

finally rolled

with a hula-hoop

smooth

move sheading low

blue lights in a

sparkle fog

where the iced eyes

of the train

conductor could not

speak as we tip

tap toed silently

to a tiny tune

tracked upon

four folk fresh feet

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Lyndsay A Nissen