Sleep rubbed from eyes (him), boulders and maps stacked
wide rows of trees (persimmons), a single fruit stain
ed in dirt
surfers bobbing, a couple dozen of 'em waiting on winter swells.
His grandfather's hoophouses twelve cities away, crow-studded
hills, bees and balloons swarming
incredulous and pointing (me) wait, where's west?!?!
Steepled orchards (avocado), breakfast and dinner both on the road
(pastrami, pasta), twinned grins all day
muttering in Russian and French (him, me), a sweater with that slept-in feel:
hive, landscape, bodies.
Dribbled by Sina (implied bo Bina) around 9:21 PM