There is NO SMOKING IN THE CANYON
We share takes on life with downcast eyes.
Do you abide, lovely?
Only until there’s another avalanche.
The fire clenched its hand over the wooden teepee.
The soughing logs screamed,
You’re witnessing history.
Bed down now.
Backs Xed out in the craggy limestone.
You turn to tattle when there’s time,
We better put this out and sleep.
Daylight expunges dark revelations.
There’s talk out there of catharsis,
but it’s always remained a foreign name.
We herd emptiness back toward home and
give up on “good night.”
Your hands on the wheel
My face of stone
We probably left the laurel burning.