Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy

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

something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.

the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.

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,

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

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

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

sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.