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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

the truck is gone. the truck is scrap. (just that one half of the bumper, just that license plate from Big… everything else is gone.

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

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

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

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