The jumpers wake us after landing, laughing & packing their parachutes into tight bundles in the sloping field outside our window. So we turn
The pit presses informing evidence— A map of dimensions, torso and all, More than scored, the peach is revealed Scarlet from the stone’s wall.
Conversation with a Young Day Hiker, Above Marmot Pass, Olympic Mountains i Striding, he catches us on our duffs, exclaims What a spot! He
Night crawlers separate the soil & my fingers follow, snaring & exhuming, hooking; still alive— though not in any sense we’d recognize apart perhaps