Inspired by On Balmy Terrain
Sloshing through snow
dreaming of a nomadic way of life
following maps that pointed the way west
via the overland route
But my judgment became clouded by grief
and the smell of red roses
so I gave up fresh water swimming for palm thatched roofs
Soon I found myself alone in the middle of a footbridge
suspended above the ocean
Outlaws threatened to break my knee caps
Under a waning moon I fled north
down a dirt road for home
Quietly Making Noise 