lets take a trip;
two pilgrims in eau claire
with bon iver
to make or break
the dam of placid tears;
fill the leery loons a lake!
so let us drink;
this crisp water sings
a tune that brings
us heart to heart;
your slow blink
signals the dance to start
dive in with me;
these pulped sheets of ink
that interlink
so well with skin
hide tired platitudes; for we
write new clichés akin
a bit of a fantastical ode to someone unknown