found
with Laurel in the shower
a soapy back sponge

stretching out
shafts of moonlight
over Laurel’s bed

turning over
dreams of slumber
our hot humid bedroom

our campfire songs
Galaxies crowding
the whole summer lake

bright sunshine
around Dad’s old tin shed
never tidy

eagle’s eyrie
the mountain faced-up
for his inspection

the distance
my Zodiac shines
out of trillions

the distance
lightning cracks
into darkness

youth to man
the distance
in a raspberry’s taste

in grandma’s diary
the distance
they drove on to elope