she said, a poem for Autumn

She said,

"Heading off to volcano with a red dress."

creative destructing, dangerous,

a burden levelled with blood fire,

humming bird flowers on black lava rocks.

Sipping nectar-dream to dream on the back of humpback whales and airplanes,

firm muscled sweaty warm body.

...why was she walking the frozen Green River below the Cora Y, with a black dog?

So many years ago with promises, our dreams scattered in slick rock.