white horses and red lions cradling our heads
baked french toast and four-poster beds
John and Naji and Sylvia and Steve
to hidden matchbooks as we leave
buttered mussels and english muffins
crispy dolma with thick rice stuffed in
monument mountain surrendering to our feet
goodbye sweet Berkshires, until again we meet.
-from the fondly reminiscing brain of a wait why am i still awake right now?