You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."
Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest
I slept under rhododendron
All nightblossoms fell
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.
There are those who love to get dirty
and fix things.
They drink coffee at dawn,
beer after work,