between the tree line and the shore

				the road wound through the hills
the room had two beds

fourpeak sugar maple  spruce  beech
and  hemlock
trail map with locator symbols

left on the desk in the room
with floral drapes

the isthmus
made of sand

cut two lakes in half
there was no moon


but the stars  :   the stars  :  the stars  :


fireworks over the horizon!

radicals   	        somewhere
between the tree line and the shore

wrapped in blankets on the dock
of the blacker lake       of the darker breeze

a silver row boat
floated       near

open eyed and penniless
there were no oars

open eyed and penniless
we set out to find the slipstream