gate the wilderness. stay on this side of cowlitz county. the river cuts a shear road on the opposite hillside. love comes to abernathy creek. comes tired. comes years later like a barge pushed slowly and grabbing the noon sky. bring a part of her into you like a long hanging wire with all that water underneath. a surface never blown. there are faces in the river. the faces have mouths. mouths that sing. prophecy. all this a rummage. all this runs like any one of us and comes still.