Chronic things like pleasure

and fog came up fugitive around me.

Your experience,

was it so different?

Chevron, Indian River Medicine, Murdock’s, Stop—

we stole many signs

and flower baskets and orange cones and the Dairy Queen graphic.

We should have known better than to laugh.

We owned our gravity

and the chance to cry openly around a guitar. Or was it

like mistaking the sound of wind

for waves at high altitudes. I’m not sure.

The lake today is clear to the bottom.

Giant carp race under the boat

like apparitions

like memories of carp.