Mount Monadnock's peak
is capped in cloud

I think of my gone lovers
their essence departed from
what lingers in me to be kept

the trails rustle with water
some of them crack for life
emerging through the journey-ridden dirt

bare ascendance blinking by mica
magnets groaning on cliff side flanks
trunks yearning toward the fan
bank's blueprint leaves
and tiger's vessel of eyes
heel bone like a tooth root
jutting from
sweet gutted earth

the threaded needle's time
a curve of lips traced
in rubber sediment
the torso's horn
going home to granite.