Conversational Wood

What runs from these moments, leaning in to adjust towards the sun, serving in to settle on a sum of steel, a hood then sixteen surely it was never meant for escaping into a talk or discussions in some polarized cafe, but instead for making just the footage from the film, pictures of where I was aiming, or at least I thought… always the after-sweat of everything, that gleam that gathers into the gathering droplets of dew, up on that steel hood with questions for what will become when everything turns into some lost over easy or into, what should have been coffee and rum once the news and tomorrow arrives, being announced in the suburbs calamity when then in our consciousness rehearsed, the next best backdrop defines our soliloquy from the woods of the once landscaped young Yukon free Whitehorse~

Author's Note