Dear Sunset, Dear Avalanche

dear sunset dear avalanche

dear thunder without lightning

dear window sound of last year

dear mountainous landscape unfolding

dear water in air unraveling

ice-filled clamor that fetches

I'm fetching, tolling, a libelous suit

sold and soldiering up the slopes

navigating the trails without adequate supplies

opening up the roof of the ride

a somnambulist, a compassless climber,

a lunchless hack, naked on the rock road

my ear cocked to the distance

dear solo slipping sun

this is the part the slow whispering interrupts

dear disappeared dear desperate

this is the part you're always interrupting,

the part you want to be buried under—