A casual smile is scary
Unsure of the moment I wanted to seem coy
Looking through dark leaves

They see me once more
this is okay

Unfolding pages of our folded selves
I easily unwrapped pages and poured wine

I Stood into the light and watched them blow rings around the moon
He stood slicked back as his body pooled into his car a certain kind of blackness
Dancing on our shadows of doubt and immediate relief
It was apparent this was a shot to the Trail
and I was gone