Toward one tree hill

Satisfaction comes on slowly and inconsistently as the southern summer
One could walk sprig of wheat from the mouth, country like, knocking around in the wind
A long walk, big dreams, the present is just one foot in front of the other
The street is a dog watching people walk by, humorously thinking itself human

 Each curiosity lasts not more than second the mind never questions is that enough?
like each crack in the pavement gone in a few paces as if it never were
yet it all accumulates with everything else your eyes have taken in
over a traveler's lifetime

landmarks own the city and comfort those thrill seeking eyes
for all paths can be traced back by them
the simple tourist can truly devour them
and put any fancy adjective before them

The loud cry of a city can be deafening
as it explodes from the center and echoes into the suburbs
But this small city made such a subtle transition
That shops became houses in a whisper

When we got to one tree hill
I swear there were...
Moreton bay figs and olive groves cheering us on
we reached the top and saw two storms on the horizon
already time to return from such a short fruitful journey