The interstate and railroad track
kiss and cross and veer apart
from any stated singular heading
heart felt or not
caught by the foot
escaping the mouth.
Evening creeps like six deer
past the Henry and the LaSal mountains
covering up for the night our toes.
She reaches out her hand to take
the distant peak unseasonally
snow-capped to turn it over
what she knew was in
my heart felt future.
Midnight makes a mess of memory
until the next ten valleys rumble
until the canyon widens to valley.
I will approach I will ascend you
this trek of decades will continue
the clouds will change their visage hourly
the sour and sweet
soar and disappear
like passing citadels.