Intention is the bud of everything. Long lost and other pilgrim images. A short history of the ginko biloba: one apocalypse known. Headlights twinned in glassy eyed storefronts. Lost suspenders. Drink deeply, we are only getting farther from home. Thick stinking fruit ripening then rotting on the branches. Blind women in the clothes their husbands pick. Perspective means this tree looks bigger with my mother under under it. A hundred years, truncated. Love notes to everyone. Colossal flirts banging on the hoods of prurient four doors. O! Canada!