Moody rain all along
Lake Crescent, a fresh wreck

the flares like embers–
last night we kept

the fire going until
its bitter end coaxing

and coaxing a few
more flames

until the night
consumed the beach

it is immense
the lowest tide

the endless
starless sky

no clear line
of demarcation

just soft gray nothingness
and the faintest clouds

of breath to prove
our existence