take a warm pull off that cigarette
hug the tree – fallen leaves – her dress on the ground
it’s the artist woman you can’t stand
but Emily, she’s speaks to me
wave of the tossed off Coca – Cola can
white streak across the red
aluminum husk along the river autumn.
where will this trip take us now?
take a another tobacco drag – look up, see
the lodge off in distance, our cabin-chimney stoking
telling us we are not lost – no, the way is home
let’s run off into the trees.
leave the ship on shore
follow the same path the artist chose –
and in the city they’ll see it too
saying, ‘from this photographs surreal painting, it’s almost as real
like being here is the same as standing there.’
and our cabin chimney is cooking heavy
supper is ready
are you hungry?
are you cold?
are you tired of the colours for one night?
i am too…..