looking out a dirt path........................We were sharing a warm
can of coors down by the creek
soft fur...........................with our feet dangling side by side
in the rapidly flowing cold water.
the eagles overhead......................Gunter had forgotten
the sound of water
.........to mail his mother's birthday present,
white capped mountains........to remove our dinner from the freezer
in the morning (as I had asked)
cold water......................to purchase a replacement for our
printer ribbon cartridge
purple lupine on the hillside
........(currently producing
undecipherable output)
walking down to the water..."I have flown too close to the Interface -
a flowered dress..............singing my mind
...............low flying planes
.................with the knowledge of its
extraordinary workings," he said
spring water in winter.....when I mentioned the impossibility of
defrosting the casserole in time for dinner.
a glass of beer...................
the smell of green grass....
warm stones by the river.........................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
a black woodstove............................
the smell of the leather couch....................
the colors of the pillows.......................
making love......................
a cutting board..........
hand carved napkin rings.........................
sopapillas......................
mustard colored tiles...............
the sound that the lizards made..............
our marguaritas..............................
And you?