OLIVER BAEZ BENDORF
Boreal
Boreal was the word for what
we wanted from each other—thinking
it meant trees. Dream unfolds inside
heavy wooden frame. Fresh red
deer to the side of the service road.
Not a cold snap, but a morning
in a pine forest, great warm giver
of the sky tilting heads. Brown
bears burning fear back
into awe. No treasury.
I don’t want to think
about money. I’ll eat anything
and, later, dream of it. That’s what
omnivorous means. I’d straddle a log
if it reminded me, but I’d burn
an entire river to forget.