Open the gate to the red land
Alcan road, by the turquoise lake
Starry skies, a mushroom cloud
Folding waves – in a foamy tide
Washing in beds – of opal shells
white gulls cry – for you and I
butterflies – float away
drift over pools – of salt and clay
mountain man – frosted child
eagles cry – puppets of god
strung like time – molded in form
trees bend back – and trails distort
it leads to the land – of Alcan Road
the turquoise lake – and starry skies
mushroom clouds – folding waves
foamy tides – of salt and brine
