as do the first leaves of Alder that grow along the creek.
i rode a dark horse all winter.
you made lightning and thunder
pleasing the gods of paper and print
i dismount.
you bring a hay bale to the fires
i fall. clumsy&hilarious.
you rise. exquisite and fierce.
we mucked about the muddy
well worn path to
sinkholes out
at Stornetta Lands.
i find an arrowhead. not
really but i hear there are many out there i dreamt
i did find
a truth told by water.
forty five minutes later after talking about
love and men with you carolyn
we go back to our cars
parked on the highway 1.
