Writing

 

 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?
yes
we sit
the side of our backs pushing into each other
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Climbing down

into the river

you will return

i cling to the wall kicking snails into the water

grandmother

is there nothing to offer?

you wait with the question

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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

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