42°N 02′ 17.47″ / 70°W 41′ 20.53″
Concealed timber of these rivers, these beds. Too heavily laden minutes of detachment’s fair day. Compelled to punish for an unbecoming manner at the ball under breeze, a star of mouths examines these arms, the pinnacles, these feet. The cliff at said cave; seven houses lift a fine field open. To speak a voice you posed as being.
42°N 07′ 44.24″ / 70°W 45′ 9.13″
A revival, a bleeding wolf, exemption from guard at the core of discovery. Collecting firewood and forks, performs the flames of our passing through the mouth to a personal signal. Wind shifting.
What man gone at the mouth remade by some lunar limb. A willow killed a track. Potatoes, broad leaf, bread loaf, ground apple. Piled at my artificial borders, falling into it, well fed, and I turn my course outward from these vegetable walls.
42°N 08′ 44.56″ / 70°W 43′ 32.61″
Let’s get right down to the meat of it. And a boogie-woogie, too. The lover as explorer. After a giddy lip-sync, “Come on, let’s plow.”
In the dew-heavy moonlight, a cavalier silhouette casting his nets. Topography of taking, unequal altitudes. Marking one’s name and the day of the month and year in conspicuous places. Grass covered rivers carry all my names to you.
41°N 38′ 37.08″ / 70°W 23′ 32.27″
In the bend making out the hills. Oak oar, star-prairie.
I took streams of running streams. We lay on opposite shores, examining our arms. I proceed through to the mouth, fragile in a glass storm, dashed to pieces in an instant. I plead guilty to sleep, one lashes at sunset. Indian Summer in the heart startles the floating bear.
43°N 04′ 15.04″ / 70°W 45′ 50.05″
Alphabet graves in your hair,
plums the rising hand.