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

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

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

jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…

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

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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

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

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