Barry McKinnon

you think you're you. therefore:

a moment's connection - the beautiful river you
whispered. dog ahead, snap of accident
woods, or so they seem - gray, looming    veins
thick against sky.

bird, or raven calls.  I think, we've
lost the natural word, - and must remake

a connection, in a depression, the mortal sense of
one's own passing in good
time - is maybe, good

meanwhile, the meanwhile - the thought
whirling chemically, bodily -

the rhythms

these steps, and tracks on Cottonwood Islands'


leads to the future
as to the start of the countdown.

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