should I make a pot of coffee
lean full-footed into the afternoon?

wake up from a dream of water. in this dry August
the currents look oily, sluggish. we push
up and back this neck

swimming through liquid, heavy air
hoping at least it’s too thick for mayflies.

no decisions on the coffee. current reading
on the Van Duzen gage isn’t consistent.

is this a dream of vacation? me and the sleeping dogs
some lazy Sunday past remembered

replaying like river between the L&I and Harrods Creek