For Bo: [I am an island]

Today I drove along Landsend road, tracing the edge of the island, each turn of the wheel like blunt scissors cutting off the water like refuse.

To my surprise, amongst all the trees that look like totems, I found a temple, and as I drove away I thought about its beaded trim and rounded rooves.

Upon my return, Mt. Baker was a darker pink than before, and the Yellow Wolf Pow-Wow stood still.