dear sunset dear avalanche
dear thunder without lightning
dear window sound of last year
dear mountainous landscape unfolding
dear water in air unraveling
ice-filled clamor that fetches
I'm fetching, tolling, a libelous suit
sold and soldiering up the slopes
navigating the trails without adequate supplies
opening up the roof of the ride
a somnambulist, a compassless climber,
a lunchless hack, naked on the rock road
my ear cocked to the distance
dear solo slipping sun
this is the part the slow whispering interrupts
dear disappeared dear desperate
this is the part you're always interrupting,
the part you want to be buried under—
