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5

thanks to Cunningham we can cross. we can drive

through what must have been almost impossible

to trek, on horseback or on foot. we can move

into an unknown west, heading through clouds

with homemade sandwiches, a thermos and a map

6

in his yard at every chance. is he working to prove

or disprove luck? hard work made asset rich and not

just another Asian immigrant. from the house behind,

can i say how much pleasure i have, watching his

beautiful garden grow on the Deep Bay waterfront

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3

the wireless internet drops, the journey's

pulse is smaller with a night light

and a book, we're snug and spooned, and

sex is rocked, arched, in a small bed

where bodies find no better place to hide

4

a mountain doesn't wake beneath each

varied sky, and, though, the rocky mounds

shape lips, today, Sleeping Beauty lies

unmoved by myth, or image, that

rocks are somehow kissing clouds

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1

touch this end of the sun, a glance on fern shaped

weeds beside roadway bends, fuchsia tops sprout

from gravel, clay dust and the highway's sealed grey

bloom turns rainbow blurs of light, i camera,

these engines moving faster than dark

2

barefoot in Cygnet, wait in the car, keep the window

down so the smoke drifts out, "why do i talk so loud"

says one as they laugh, on the footpath, beautiful

cheeks flushed, it's so un avant garde this art,

wears beanies and scarves and youth