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—