Oregonian Restoration

Our love
between seasons
goes down under water
without air
the molecules continue
between mountains
and crevices.

Our concepts
take off
talking
before proton shields
in outer space
they’re trying
to talk to them
if
other civilizations
could beam
on
the radio signal.

The civilizations
nestle
and survive
in the brush
of Deschutes Forest
chalk dust
dusty moss
ancient stones
under this sky
singing
forever
and forever
for us and everyone else.

We become
everything
in our flesh
that once touched
each
other.

The bacteria kingdom come
the little nation
undergone a division
the country
of
our bodies
a landscape united
once was.

We have
the dimension
of
autumn
winter
spring
and summer
dimensional time
or
a remembrance of courage.

We last in the journey
up a mountain road
July in Oregon
walking
with children
the
Universe
I’m writing of
right here
in
these hands.

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