It's the flowing of ink 
the endless motion of paper turning 
that moment 
when I post my poetry 
that under my name appears 
"Fear of the Shadow" by Olsen W. Potter 
at Amazon.com followed by a red link 

I daydream of publishing my writing 
and people actually reading it

I opened a photo of us 
the one where we're kissing 
under the oak branch 
pre-marriage 
in Photoshop 
just to see if I could make it better 
lighten the shadows 
fix the levels 
apply a soft blur to our edges 

but I guess 8 years 
on an archived CD 
had made that blissfully near-perfect image 
melt

I wish I could photoshop 
your face to be more friendly to me. 
My RAM can't handle the sorrow in your eyes. 
I'd love you if it weren't for that.

It was a just little shop 
on the corner of 10th and Washington. 
I had 10 minutes to kill so I walked in 
and immediately knew I had found my Kryptonite. 
Huckleberry Cheesecake, Caramel Cashew Crunch, 
Fire and Ice, Chocolate Heaven, Pumpkin Spice, 
were in plastic bags all lined up like the firing squad 
aiming their kernels at my heart. 

I have to go everyday now; 
I mean, even the kettle corn is 
faith promoting.

I thought, 
before I get married I should plan my honeymoon, 
so I took down a map and charted a course 
for Coeur D'Alene. 

It seemed to be a 9 hour trip, 
doable, 
but it would be so fun to stop in 
Bliss for a day, 
just enjoying each others company. 
Maybe have lunch in Cable Car Crossing; 
dinner at some diner in Darlington. 

Of course we had to stop in Fernan Lake Village, 
it would be in June and the lake would be green. 
And Horseshoe Bend was a must see. 

By the time the road brought me to Post Falls, 
where I planned on reserving our hotel, 
we would have passed through 
Ireland Springs, Judge Town, Knowlton Heights, 
Quartzburg, Underkoflers Corner, Yellow Dog, 
and Zaza 
taking 3 months, 2 days, and 7 hours... 
before we even got where we were going. 

I gave up; we went to Vegas instead.