i have not spoken of the river
though its lilting falls
wreck back the shoreline
how little we recall one another now
you as mountainous snowy winter
hats and choking scarves i once made you
i, understanding always
and left behind the pack
there are dreams i once had
packed solid in ice now
under shifting plates
have you forgotten them yet?
their sallow moldy shapes
seem unrecognizable
fallen under spells
under new dreams
with solid borders crossing hard
all over me
