Saturday, November 14, 2009

The end of the beginning of never/We return from the woods/wide-eyed

  • We are in this ice covered cottage somewhere north of the Adirondacks/the morning snaps me out of bed and to the side door window/ the river is very frozen/there is a wooden house very close to the cabin/steep stairs go up the back of this structure/I can hear a loud radio playing some familiar talk show/ on the edge of the ice crevasse jutting into the point of entry into the back of the house/I see two pure white beagles and other unidentified animals/I cross out toward them/walk over some antique quilts lay behind the next door house/I am almost at the edge of the river/the animals are gone.