johnson pass

June 30
First ride on the Kenai
Dry trail until
avalanche fields.
another
and another
melt water running down the trail

Riding from lush greenery
into the remnants of winter
strewn with moss and shale
branches and dirt
snow reflecting
sun and clouds.
Trees, torn apart.

Back to summer
a gull
a bald eagle
a porcupine

A creek crossing
a hill climb
wet feet
dinging bell
squawking brakes
I watch my line and descend.