Lost in Idaho

October 30, 2010

Your words stick
in the lumber of my mind
like sap on my hands
reaching out for someone new.

They’re so big and bold
Sequoias don’t stand a chance
in the fire ravaged forest of memories
deep in the heart of Yellowstone.

The lake of tears you left
fill a caldera so large
people don’t know its ridge
had it not been for your constant reminders.

As day falls to night
the moon’s spotlight
records shadows of my every move
for your Fort Knox memory.

Those memories are now tucked away
in an orderly method of madness
somewhere between Iowa I and II
lost in Idaho.

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