Together can only gather
when gravitational tethers
exert forces on each of these
horses to water, and perhaps
even a little drink. Creek think
does not stink, it smells
of sage and pine and fine
rabbitbrush, carrying
coyote beverage down
river from deer dropped
cud. Each wants other,
that is the Darwin chord,
repeated over all these
histories, carrying life
over death and back
across the river after
none of the parts re
main, Theseus and
that ship, regurgitated
as some thing that looks
and likes what came before.
Roman Ryan 