I carried your image to an old growth forest.
You will never love me. My life’s meaning
is to be present for the first snow. To be
subsumed by winter, wardened by
evergreen. To set out as landscape
my heart through which timber fell.
Kyle Vaughn’s poems have appeared in journals and anthologies such as The Shore (2021 Pushcart Prize nomination), A-Minor Magazine, Adbusters, The Boiler, Drunken Boat, Poetry East, Vinyl, and Introduction to the Prose Poem (Firewheel Editions). He is the author of Lightning Paths: 75 Poetry Writing Exercises and the co-author/co-photographer of A New Light in Kalighat. www.kylevaughn.org / twitter: @krv75 / insta: @kylev75 / email: firstname.lastname@example.org