Behind the clubhouse,
Where we locked our bikes
On the stand, the walk path meanders
Across the mini golf course into
The meadow, by the airport,
Past the horse stable,
Cutting into the rows of houses,
And brushes by the Deschutes River.
Behind the river, fluffy clouds nestle
On the snow peaks, catching the subtle hues
From the setting summer sun.
Soaking in the backdrop,
We rested awhile on the lawn
Besides the clubhouse and had our picture snapped.
Second law of thermodynamics still applies.
Notes: Day 11 of NaPoWriMo 2016 prompt was to “closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.”