Some memories are realities...

... and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again. 

Cather Chronicle V

Nights like these foretell ghost
breaths through caffeinated sunlight,
facing east in dew-drenched waking
hours. The miles of barbed wire aching
to hold so many things close to us have
no comprehension of how useless they
really are. Nothing here belongs to us,
rather we to it. This. This is a manifesto
of heartbeats and things unsaid.

Here, in the middle of everything, two
stand alone, the red grass swallowing their
ankles, asking, pleading for more. Her hair
like a wild thing about her shoulders. More
animal than human and, somehow, more
beautiful than both. His eyes full of melancholy,
learning how to live from everything living,
the only way they know how.