A very serious undertaking, it is,
the way the interior unflattens
as we press our faces to the garlands
and veils, over these
better surfaces, better maps. So we
motored on down
for the evening.
The trees that were around us were themselves
for a moment. Later, I'm silver
under the stars.
And so was everybody else.
We were no different.
Silver trees over silver girls
on these silver hills.
It was horrible. But that's just
words. I could just as easily
have said wonderful.
Don't remember me like this,
remember me some other way,
some way I never was.