Auger (to Zeke)

And talk we

Did like birds

On a wire

This discovery of

Each other like

Scouring a crime

Scene for clues

Led from one

Topic to another

Like hunting dogs

Catching one scent

After the next

Drilling down we

Did taking pebbles

Of life out

Of each other

Like the augers

Of natural attraction

WheelWell (for Zeke)

And there it

Was an adventure

A piece of

Your car hanging

Like a dead

Carcass of something

That you plowed

Over unable to

Move you surgically

Removed it with

Scissors and on

Our way we

Went happier because

We not you

Climbed the smallest

Mountain I’ve seen