Monday, May 5, 2014

riding the circumference of Lake Superior



riding the circumference of Lake Superior

around the lake that breathes like an ocean
a curve of sun tracks our faces:

we plow into winds, watch
a cloudburst bloom and
in the tent, later that night
under a storm-fest of lightening and rain we

feel the weight of a fleshy love
damp, ever-true, ever-lasting

I never guessed we’d make it back in time
for my fitting of the dress with blue flowers I
wore at your sister’s wedding when
you squeezed my hand at I do

I never guessed it’d be the last time I’d
ride the white line, with you





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