the one tree says to the other "let's be brothers."
in the canoe, sky becomes a bowl of broth.
bones & bones & bones. a dead heron lays ampersand in water.
you make coffee & the summer glints, a beetle.
i think "we could camp out beneath the belly
of the whale." just me & you & our hungers.
i draw tarot cards for squirrels. the eight of cups.
walking away. all my backpacks of chalices.
we leave our faces hung on branches & go skinniest dipping.
nothing but teeth & ivy. the hammock asks us if
we plan to be stones. i say, "i do." you say, "tomorrow"
in a voice that means, "i am putting this off."