POETRY

Lessons From the Lost

Prose poem

Photo by Ugne Vasyliute on Unsplash

So, the sun sets halfway down the summit — sweat pouring
dried and dehydrated
mistimed twilight making the familiar trailheads — déjà vu distrust
as this is the Never Summer Wilderness

You’ve given up the game of naming meals
you’ll have when you reach town:
poutine…