Rifle shots at dusk
on the last day of deer season
echoing effervescent
up the wooded vale
melt dripping off the roof
watch it darken through a silvered screen
this poem is for you
but you'll never know
you standing at the edge of a rising sea
heavy deep and heaving
where you've been all your life
clinging to a moment
when all things were possible
raising up the sunken feelings
of the enormous past
you know what I'm saying
something salvaged deep inside
memory and gunfire
you in your unknowing
at the edge of a rising sea
I'll believe in you
if you'll believe in me.
