Hi there, Fen. I love you so much I could shout it from the rooftops, so here I am, sort of doing that.
My love is strong, my HTML is not. So this website will probably always be a little rough around the edges and always a work in progress. But hey, so are we.
5
Late afternoon we head west along the willow-banked
Malheur after the long curve of the Snake River plain.
(Above the falls where the Shoshone went to pray
we soaked our feet in cold water, and I observed
the arch of her brown foot.) Rabbitbrush and sage
along the highway, juniper on far hills and bluffs.
Sundown, and dusk falls over the wide basin of land.
In Burns we eat eggs in a cafe, take a room
in the Motel 6. In the dark, I can see
her black hair, black against the pillows. Its clean
scent makes me think of corn. At dawn, I hold her
and there are kisses. Then more kisses. Then more.
The day is cold; a north wind blew last night. But
the land is open. Rain falls in showers of light.
- Janice Gould, Six Sonnets: Crossing the West (Sonnet 5)