I came to Kolob Canyons
With you, once, in May.
Later, we married. We tried.
I came to Kolob Canyons
Alone on the day you died.
It was winter. It was bright.
A year later, in autumn,
Far, far south with someone else,
I bought a piece of tearstone
And hung it around my neck.
That night in those glowworm caves
I thought about ghostly light,
How ghosts always come from life.
The outside night seemed so bright.
After Doubtful Sound, I lost
The tearstone necklace,
And I lost the someone else.
A snapshot of a kea
Up a high slope’s all I’ve got.
Last night I drove to Kolob
For the sunset and the dusk.
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