blackberry trail—  neil. reckless waterholes to keep from jumping into
frothy glacial melt foam water
your daughter
a child’s creek
Did you come because you knew what I was going through?
we sit
the side of our backs pushing into each other


Climbing down

into the river

you will return

i cling to the wall kicking snails into the water


is there nothing to offer?

you wait with the question



shoes falling apart in the rain


memories and death

fires look different

i don’t know what they tell you

but the fires come here