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
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.
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.
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.
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.
we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket
the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s