Phenomenological Columbia River Double Octet
(4/22/17)
the single green houseboat
moored at the pier’s end,
a bicycle hanging on the
bowside wall
knows something singular
about the water—
the one cormorant
stretching dark wings into
sun & wind from its driftwood
perch knew something
deep about the ripples
before we walked through
this blue afternoon not
exactly the same
as blue under the boat’s
keel, in the bird’s eye
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sparrows in these hedges
stay invisible
though leaves sing,
perhaps not because cumulus
clouds drift across the
sky blue sky sky reflecting
the river’s flotilla of
moored sailboats—what’s
above also being
below—river’s salt breath, wind
off the iris slope of
Larch Mountain & you
kneeling to catch the
imaginary scent
of white rhododendrons
mingling with our breath
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Columbia River Morning Octet
(4/23/17)
sky
& river both from a black & white film:
stratus
clouds, the slategray current, that same flock
of
mergansers set adrift, the cormorant
erupting
off the water, one song sparrow
perched
on the juniper with nothing to say,
a
pair of mallards floating across the pier’s
reflection,
the crow, a twig clasped in its beak,
flies
to the cedar to nest as if it knew
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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