I feel the weight
of a very large decision
left open to me, like
a container in the snow
I lie to a park ranger about
the temperature back home. 110 degrees!
You lie to an old lady about
how long we watched a flip-flop
flip in the glacial rapids, caught
in a whirlpool, not emerging. At least an hour!
Persistence, I point out. Arbitrarily
Here, you say, passing me a stone
feel how smooth