Those were
the two
deepest
byes
I ever
heard
we practically
barked.
Thanks for
the photograph
you sent,
one on
the phone.
I will
only say
mist for
sweat
trees for
the limbs,
leaning at
a rest stop,
wanting
to hold
you
from
here. The
magnificent
waste of
us: hot
little
ship, plunging
to the
bottom
of the
sea.