here, over the ridge

that time
next to the river, as a fire burned
over the ridge. one of my happiest days.

i’m waiting for something to change and
everything is unsaid. i
haven’t gotten anything right. it’s all just snow melting
on it’s way down. my willowing psychic raincloud. and
just as i think i’m completely broken and lost,
something shifts, something calms.

translucent skies. by soothing humming fans. concrete steps and
a protest that didn’t happen.
broken arms. bleeding hands. scars. so many scars.
a forest of dismembered thoughts. roads filled with
cars i forgot to fix, where i never changed the oil, even as i was driving toward that
fire.

swimming in the lake as ashes fell down. gentle embers,
grazing at the world,
clearing things out.

*****

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