summit

meet me by the snow
lilies i’ll bring hot cocoa
there’s no other place
quiet enough you

would wear a parka well
and the snow would
be the brightest reflection

unless that’s no good
the cold would make us inevitable
drawing nearer no option

ah, that was my best idea, well
hold up hang on i have
a bold request

meet me beneath the door
of the barn bring matches
on a full moon we’ll spend
a few hours walking along

side the meadow then
as the barn burns
the moon will wash

your face in its light

why not elope!
why all this planning?
or we’ll play it by ear
since this is no scene
no opening of the second act
besides i’m a monologist

okay i have one more idea
hear me out hear me here

meet me in May near
the still warm tracks
where the train that took you
would eventually cross

where i could come close
to you as life sailed over
us in streams beneath a too-
bright sky and where

I would never feel it necessary
to close my eyes
because it felt so right
to be looking at you