Mineral Point
Butterfly kissing you by the river where it started
Sandy strands of dishwater hair
And raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields
Off-white, under dry wind skies
The sun visits you, shorelines undone
Waits on wading ankles in shivering pools
Just moving on, forget me not, dear
God created butterfly kisses to ruin concentration
Land in you warmer than a whisper
Like ivies come, comets break
West turns north, sends you home