I am capable of finding myself
in Salt Lake City for a summer sunrise-
smoke washing the sun washing the black
falling somewhere between the people
scurrying across the city and the ones
pulling up for weeks and days..
Inside and in weeks after
there are movies and albums
that make us all call one
another and sing away
the traffic sounds. Why?
is a question and an answer.
8th grade coming back
and plants inside during the rain
and pebble-beach and backs-on-ice
and some Boston harbor
fielding fishing calls and
holding towns and a two-day
camping trip mid-September
and
Forward all mail to the forest
where the park comes to an end
because that's where we'll be,
arms open, tending an almond tree.
