(2012)
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,
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
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
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–
some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,
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
tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.
it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.
jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.