Featured: Mickey Hart, of the Grateful Dead
for my good friend of many yearskate, you were right about the mountains.
i remember middle school.
you used to draw mountains, great
towering dreams in a big big world.
in fact i have one taped up next to my bed,
a reminder that, as craig finn put it,
“we can all be something bigger.”
i have finished jack kerouac’s
dharma bums. at the end of it all,
he is alone at the top of a mountain,
a life he built for himself.
he finds hope in desolation peak.
he drinks his coffee and performs
glorious headstand meditations and
finds a whole universe,
i do not know if he was right about everything,
but he was right about something:
the best parts of his story
do not take place at the top of the mountain.
they take place as he lives and loves
and climbs with his best friend on this
kate, you were right about the mountains.
i think you were happiest drawing them,
concrete proof we are not
put on this ea
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