AFTER BEING SHOCKED BY CONDITIONS AND COSTS
THE PARK AT WOLF POINT
Wolf Point, Montana--Washburn, North Dakota
LINES BEFORE CRAWLING INTO BED
We were walking again, and I found that I could hang back, and still be in contact. My brother would set the pace. My feet were good. Boots steadied and lifted. Exposed forest roots thrilled me, and I vowed to return and kneel before them, giving them back some of what they were giving me, a pattern of texture never before seen. A fabric. Polished by snow and rain.