Just got off turns,
sneezed for a violent third,
I think I saw a dead coyote
on the shoulder.
I gave Balto
to a friend from Israel
and now when I ride with him,
in his grey Toyota,
it comes on at random.
And all I can do
is think of you,
because I am not cool
or forgiving.
Like my heart,
my head is still living
in the past,
like lakes, monuments and cannonballs.