hey, little wild girl, by the ocean, dressed in white. all that's left is your whole life

as we move
a thousand fists in the valley
shaking in revolt at the edges of the
glacier holding ice blue sky

writing in adventure
foot over foot
over piles of salt
n tracks split with slowly
dying oil stained field grass
n tubed trains
rusting through black

we have sun
we have sun
and impressions of
past all over town.