Just looking over my older stuff. I found this in some things I wrote in 2004.
we mourned together, you and i
in those ruins, by that tree.
pages were everywhere and nothing was left
the quiet, fierce wind blew my hair in my eyes and you laughed
on the prairie, smelling sage and the sweet-hot liver someone offered to the eagles
to the butte
tobacco strings and rock piles
and you, dear, shook me like a handful of blossoms
the paper you picked from the bushes and ran
scattering violent drops behind you
the colors bled
purple into red into a black
and we smiled, the moonlight glowing bright on our teeth
thats the way, you said
over the hill there, we can see eternity
i’m still waiting.