In memory, some-
thing in the water

crashes pink
over stone




A gold quilt, a lace
tent, the same un-
spooling song




There: cows as
punctuation

There: landscape
stretching out




Sprawl of hours
mapped in green

You counted animals,
decaying barns, your

fingers soft on
strings




Describe them to me:
side-sleeping in sunlight
or wandering up the hill




Describe your thumb
brushing sound from

metal, the glass your
eyes peer through




You in the passenger seat,
our fevered drive, you
my eyes beyond me




Five years ago, you sent
a song called Annie’s Box to me

I imagined my own
of quartz or water,
my miniature pool




To marry you, to trace
this road of sleeping
cows before us



 
To know the day is only
one & held above all else:

the metal you coil, my crawl-
ing voice, the coins we count
at night




To dream of you in our
tangling days, time the
distance we can’t cross




At midnight this blank
cityscape

At dawn the drone
of fog