is Fall kissing the tops of trees
round MacAlpine Lock and Dam
or is it just the arthritic leaves
of another denouement?
our faith here is fire and water
we wade through baptized by this oily season
is Fall kissing the tops of trees
round MacAlpine Lock and Dam
or is it just the arthritic leaves
of another denouement?
our faith here is fire and water
we wade through baptized by this oily season
Cold sun, you are welcome
this Sunday morning on the wharf
the water winter calm yet choppy
colors alternating between
faded jade and pure azul
growing like a wheat field
out of the rich black night currents
air bright with a kiss of light
like in her eyes at this morning’s parting

8.
water’s memory is not in the current rather it is in what is communicated upon mud, wood, and rock cast upon the wharf coughed up abandoned passed on as garbage or given back the water in shovel and bucket fulls