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June 19, 2013
Two Thoughts:
1)
By chance, I sniff the passing stream breeze
The last memories of a waning night it brings
With a stretch and a yawn I start my leeward pee
Starring unknowingly in Alison’s time-lapse scene
2)
Sunlight drips, oozes, melts down Clavey canyon
Searching in riffles, pools, and eddies for long-lost salmon
But one glimpse, shimmer, or flash of this old river stallion?
A silent cry, as Morning sighs, lamenting its past companion
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