After goodbye,



                       we lingered
              like pine trees
        in winter.

said our hellos stifled by the heat of our own bodies
only after taking furtive steps to the gravel roads

and traveled furiously
             in the country--
                   How do you say?
                        We fell briefly


in love.

          Only like the ice
          crushes beneath our
          steamy breaths.

I took a pick to our lake
                            and sank there our village

before goodbye.

04/03/2007

Author's Note: spoken loudly?

Posted on 04/03/2007
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