we walked for hours....
we walked for hours, and still could not view the river in it's entirety
sometimes we saw the thin ribbon of slow moving water in winter
snake towards the north, receiving the strong north easterlies
upon it's sleek cold blue back, as it continued to move mostly
from west to east--cutting rock, lifting small stones, carrying
green veils of sea weed, soft small sticks of balsalm
the river, never self conscious, would not complain
of the cold, the early darkness, or the extra weight
of an occasional canoe, gliding down her blue black back--
or a dozen sea gulls splashing at the border, between
damp firm grey sand, studded with pine cones, & her
daring waters slowly dancing in a thin line--
all that remains floating upon her
blue black spine
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15
upon it's sleek cold blue back, as it continued to move mostly
from west to east--cutting rock, lifting small stones, carrying
green veils of sea weed, soft small sticks of balsalm
the river, never self conscious, would not complain
of the cold, the early darkness, or the extra weight
of an occasional canoe, gliding down her blue black back--
or a dozen sea gulls splashing at the border, between
damp firm grey sand, studded with pine cones, & her
daring waters slowly dancing in a thin line--
all that remains floating upon her
blue black spine
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