It's a whole vibe
Ten miles in the woods, boots in the dirt
Memory: log-stone formation by a creek
Bottom of the gulley
Story-sharing
Light filtered through deciduous leaves
Memory: skinny dipping below the blueberry farm
Shy in creek-soaked underwear
Exposure: women who comfortably inhabit their bodies
Birch logs crackling
The pumpkins have passed their prime
The green shoulders may impart an off flavor
That one's moldy; that one's weird
I chopped quite a lot of vegetables
Rock-hopping in the creek
I've climbed for miles
Stripped off my clothes in mountain winds
Stepped white-naked and goose-bumped into alpine lakes
It's funky, but I dig it
Tomorrow will we go antiquing?
It's supposed to rain. We might not hang the roping.
Drinking malbec from a gray coffee mug
Broccoli and cauliflower dipped in hummus
Chips and various dips
In Greece I ate nothing but tzatziki and spinach pies
In Guatemala I ate orange papaya and swapped regrets with friends
In Vienna I found a castle and palatial gardens behind a modest brick wall
In Ireland I walked alone by the roadside and befriended two horses on the edge of a vast green pasture
In Germany I went to the museum and I cried
We met at the museum in Pittsburg and I listened to The Weepies the whole way home
Last time I saw him was in a strappy blank tank top and black capri sweatpants
We wore short shorts on the edge of the canyon
Last time I saw her I gave her a gift that I thought she'd love and I told her I loved her
Last time I saw her? When she invited him too
The colorful balls rest contained and unattended on the coffee table
I want to see you again
Hanna's still doing it
Soon it will be time to swab my eyelashes again
Next time I'll circumnavigate the lake
Prescription: spend two and a half hours hiking beside a river
Make it a wide, slow, shining one
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