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American Summer

Poems written while traveling.

Theatre 


As the afternoon strengthened its brilliant light
the girls walked down to the water's edge,

sun-drunk, heat-shot, and crawled in
the lake's tremulous, sparkling skin.

Color against color, fueled by fierceness,
the far wall of the canyon

rose in a concave jaggedness
and had already gone to a brooding shadow.

Nothing marred the thin line
of shadow and water's edge

except the moored pleasure craft
tucked in shadow above the waterline.

In the white light a bird hovered and was
little more than a speck upon the geology

which rose, incandescent, in bright knots
atop the many-knuckled ridge—an amazement.




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