The oldest cabin in Baring
Sits every May
In the roar of the raging river
Skykomish

Yesterday
We watched sunlight
Rise from the rapids
Rise up the bank of evergreens
While birds flitted near
Flew swift from twilight falling

The chill night
Brought a thousand stars

Morning brought relentless rain
The knotty pine walls
Are comforting
As I sit in the old leather chair
The heater at my feet
Reading a well thumbed
John Grisham paperback
Someone left behind

My coffee is rich and strong

No Goodbyes

Tonight
The pores
Of this bed
Shall unleash
Streams of sighs
Like one of the stricken storms
Of the summer
And
The very
Of a cold
Shall twice
Smoother its naked whole

Even
On the
Most part
Where we kindled our impiety
Or
The centre
Where we rowed and cloven
On to each other
And inflamed ourselves with delirium
Will not be left alone either

Sleep
Shall be
Belch on the outskirts
Of the ceilings
By the rains of my tears
And in their moist warmth
Shall I seek solace for your absence

Alas!
That which I hate
Had come again
To take the honour that dignifies me

Verily
Many parts
Of my bones are broken
And crushed into many piece
Yet
All for a reason,You

But
Then
Even as I
Watch you leave
I shall still hold on to the ticks of time
Till you retrace your steps back
For I know this no Goodbye

No Goodbyes

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