Summer

i wander on nose mountain

with cerulean bluebirds

while you groove

in a borough beyond the clouds.

here a shed moose antler

riddled with your poems,

your soft eyes winking

in the snowshoe hare

forever eating angels,

your nocturnal travails

with long bear claws

shifting on the skin

of my alpine dreams

of hummingbird flight.

i seek the naked smell

of you in the pines

and pick your old bones

from the big wolf scat

on the road

and kiss them

till you and i come

together again.