when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock

like the name says, we were there together. and it wasn’t long before we had built a fire and stargazing became staring down

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s

refreshing to know there’s still n… that’s unsure of its footing. love that’s unsure of what to do a… standing in the truck head-light g… feeling small

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,

before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.

the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,

leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.

A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.

we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket

tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.

After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.

everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of

the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass