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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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