From the wrought-steel barbed wiring,
I stare through silver, gray and black
windows at the sun setting above
the Northwestern mountains
I swore crested your
dynamonious bleached
table salt smile,
reminding me how I
don’t need
to be alone
to be alone,
all with myself
with myself,
resting before the next sun-dripped rejection
for a thudding narrowly-missed boulder embracing the
tall-enough large-enough to shit-the-scare-out-of-me
ground.
