In the Woods We Talk What Matters

Ghost from rural America,
we relay atoms as body beams,

intrigued fireflies. The creek, crusted
mud at the bottoms of boots, the vines;

I see necessitudes tangled
in flashlights, reflected glasses ice,

we could not agree on politics.
We shiver the rest of the night.


(originally published in Plum Tree Tavern, Spring 2019)

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