Summer
i wander on nose mountain with cerulean bluebirds while you groove in a borough beyond the clouds. here a shed moose antler riddled with your poems, your soft eyes winking in the snowshoe hare forever eating angels, your nocturnal travails with long bear claws shifting on the skin of my alpine dreams of hummingbird flight. i seek the naked smell of you in the pines and pick your old bones from the big wolf scat on the road and kiss them till you and i come together again.
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