Smelt run

Smelt break off in singles

This river high in it's emerald glass

The heavy line churns them out half

dead

Breaking the ribbon of scales 

I look in their silver eye and feel death

Fish breath bubbling to a stop in this ecology

Oh brother the smelt keep running in this place of pain

I am comforted in this barstool

Daddy was all over this ground

His testosterone puffed drunk 

chest out and waiting

To know him again and forgive this molested ground

He knew nothing but himself in this place 

half in the bag

Crying kids in the car

But the river keeps rising 

And I find comfort in this run to spawn 

❤️

Man with wine on bench

❤️

Our walk in spring

It is nearly spring

waiting in the damp air 

Waiting for you 

waiting

And the blossoms are open

The waterfront is calling 

The cormorants will soon go back to the ocean

I fear that you will not come

This is our place

Where we walk 

talk 

and I tell you everything

Who will I tell if you're not here for me

Who can I be self-indulgent and selfish with

Who will be the beauty in my best friend

Who will listen to my bullshit

I cannot manage the spring or myself without you

You are my heart on my sleeve

You are wings stretched

You have faith when I have none

You are my temper 

sounding board that keeps me hopeful or cynical

or laughing 

You are my best friend 

the walk can't be without you on my left

I am not that strong

Lower Breitenbush

The Apple

Clicking 

Swelling

Bright eyes flash

Wine cherry on articulate tongue

Banter jazz white hot

The Lord sings, The king swings

Snapping 

Time sits slow 

But the cadence is steady

Squeezing every minute 

A vampire for each other

Needing assimilated skin 

Wanting the warmth in your vein 

Sweet with bitter finish

Grapes and hops

Holding us in smiling cradle 

coarse tongues talk

We swing to the night 

Skin glowing 

Dancing to the bowl

And glitter is under shining skin

Lips and hands on this baby Star

Burning bright

Accepting someday death 

Saying goodbye to sweetness at the door 

Watching love enter quiet night

While our skin reflects

Smelling the jasmine tree

We drink God's body from the glass

Turning climbing

Hold tight now don't let go

We no longer have a rewind button

And the apple 

Finds my teeth 

Sinking 

Crisp flesh satisfied 

tart in blanketed being

The salt and sweat tell the tale. 

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DSC_0061, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

marriah

DSC_0068, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Shaun Smith

CSC_0271, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Ez and Bert

CSC_0275, a photo by Linda Kay Lund on Flickr.

Trees.