Margaret LeMay-Lewis

and the wildflowers burst purple and lace
flagging the interstate

when the sun's low and our sky breathes
I wonder whether the skills are such I could take on

the full country of paved roads
my own hands, my own

tires. I tell you this as I connect you were with
you are like a constellation,
the age we in fact now are
a minor vision and codas


I realized the night previous who and how
much is taken as sum total

granted, as firmament, stars
and crescents etching accumulate cuts,

your silhouette cuffing the cloud blanket

dusking the river in dusk.