Citations: acreage, poised to light. To disembark,
facts furled in clothing, summer sun and fields.
This shape was mostly paper,
held on either side
by land and whiteness, Hogback Ridge. I can’t keep track
of all the names.
A science fiction. The Oregon Trail a chaperone,
dusty named and bare.
Such faith, to amble westward.
A matter of perspective. What thirsty river, stirred.
The textual surface. Free state. When all of this
To reach, again, into the water. The sun,
a shadow. Such
a magnificent courier.
I have forgotten how to write. I related to blue
once all the colours had left. A question
of settlement. What do you mean
when you say North? Your Canadian neighbours,
bewildered. Thundersnow, the Polar Vortex. It looks
like home. We reach down into.