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 best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.
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.
A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
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
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
