July 22, 2017

We slipped loose of the silvery Sandon Valley

with the blistering clang of your '99 Pathfinder.

I was burnt out on late August

and trying to use up the sunlight

as we wound the heavy green of the truck

up the old logging road.

All around us the walls of mountains were swolle...

July 22, 2017

I prodded your pelt, 

shared the soft pain 

of an electric shock – 

the buzz of currents passing. 

I saw 

           (I saw, I think, I saw) 

you once in the forest 

with your back 

arched against 

the rough grain of bark. 

Your milk fur was sweet 

s...

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