From a tent—still staked in Earth cragged Cascade belly ground slope and echoes water rush snow-dappled ridge shadows’ white shadow I watched we spun dipper sauntering left to right the steady course of that freckling dark
Two Poems from Windows
From a tent—still staked in Earth cragged Cascade belly ground slope and echoes water rush snow-dappled ridge shadows’ white shadow I watched we spun dipper sauntering left to right the steady course of that freckling dark