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