Left Fork Mountain Trail
Listen to me please I have to remember where I
left my left eye remember when we went
camping, you and me and the canteen?
We left our shoes in San Francisco so we
could find them again after we were lost.
You left your husband in Las Vegas I
left the aerosol can in Portland along
with my iniquities. You were the hostess
of the tree and I was the King of Mosquitoes
you searched for pebbles in the water
there was only the moon but you left
your beautiful skirts there in the sun
and you laughed and I laughed and I
found my left eye in my right, open,