Slept out on a bluff.
At dawn a she wolf appeared
and drank from the lake.

Driftwood smooth stones shore,
7-Up northern lights glow,
Red Prince Albert tin.

Places used to haunt
me before I wrote the code
that keeps the ghosts out.

We held hands right there
Once where the fence guards
The smoking crater



Awesome in the sun
One foot here other in the mist
What goes up comes down



The warning track
Rarely slows the left fielder
Chasing butterflies



The adult looms
Over the child
And blocks the sun