Stars rising like something said, something never
To be forgotten, shining forever—look

How still they are.

                                 Blind hunter crawling
Toward sunrise, then healed.

He opened his eyes to find her waiting

—Afraid—and together they traveled
Lightly: requiring nothing

But a sense that the road beneath them stretched
Forever.

See also:

• The book Fleet River by James Longenbach.
• Our catalog of poetry titles.