A Cacophony of Silent Redwood Trees
I woke in Yosemite
Jamie curled up next to me
cupping my left breast, platonically
her body morphs a furnace
I find myself again
inside of the tent this time
with a single sheet tightly wrapped
like a coroner's bag around my body
the sun finally stretches its arms
piercing the microscopic stitching
and there is warmth
stuffy warmth
and the desire to desert the wilderness
JMI
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