for Kim
with consequence the antidote to someone else's future
ginger weapons snap their lines of seductive embrace
separating the hemispheres of complacency
no more poems about my father dying
at least not for a while
today let that agitated surf continue on its journey toward
a redolent moon awaiting reviews
omitted from a Sunday Times left unread
i traveled far with you, to be with you always
your love reduced, but never made smaller, this long adventure
these navigable waters, those preemptive smiles
and comfortable shades of saffron
like the ones i admired in that Chabas painting
it is joyous to watch those sadistic bow-hunting shows
lazy with you on a Saturday morning
cheering wildly when the 8 point buck
visualizes camouflaged extra-terrestials in his olfactory landscape
whitely flipping off serial sportsmen with a semiotic tail
as he regains the boreal forest of our minds
drinking coffee and filling with life after a night out
i wonder if you'd like to take a walk to the lake
converse deeply about the many yellows
and search for raptors blown off course by the hurricane
i'll carry the binoculars
later we'll return with your camera
photograph the mushroom plethora
after that i'll find some time to write this poem