north carolina has this mountain
it is called grandfather or something
like it: i climbed across as my irish
friend stood by and took pictures
i stared at her white translucent skin
and wondered what her life has been
like - always taking pictures never
crossing: which is best? what is best
in life? i like my hazel eyed bird of
prey and prayer for just this reason
i get to be the one that takes the pics
as i watch him cross state after state
in being: a partial reinvention of him
self in time and space. where as i only
have time and the occasional bridge