Wednesday, May 27, 2009

river trails

always narrow, weedy and mud slicked
boot polished smooth and sun baked hard
twisting through willows thick,
dip and shinnied around skin barking stones
crossing hot meadows and wind corroded snow
through cedar shade cool

in blackberry tangle grab
low under the alder rain drip
over wire fence cautious straddle

woven roots in the well worn
way looking
the direction of the imprints
of familiar souls

the path wear
points the way to where we came and
the other to where we can go

Keep a tight line,

Steve Therrien

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