CXXXV.

signal on.
signal off.
not turning here, love.
straight on.

feathers in my hair.
dawn trailing
cold bullet breaths
blinking spirit raises its head

upside down blood
sleeping steady
straight on and straight on.

drifting pages printed and bound.
in the hands of a fifty-year friend.
she and i will lock eyes on the other side.

you are faithful in all that you do.

a long goodbye
a letter to try
white light glimpses
splintering in the rearview
as i take to the road

run for your life, love

run as the sands shift beneath
as the tide subsides, run
as hotel hallways fold in
as flickering horizons hush to sleep
as we descend through tangled dreams
as michigan snow melts clear
as the jeep follows highway lines
as the mall washes quiet
and an apartment is swept silent
run



f   l   y



and they will see us waving from such great heights.