Bare Soles
we stopped for
four-leaf clovers
along the river path
amid the wild corn
unnoticed by the day
moon
tangles of rock
sharp underfoot
we stared into
the trout-filled
waters
- the farther away
the fish
the more we thought
about them -
birds dipping for
food
wings shiny
feathers enclosed in
boxes of tissue
birds now turning
this way and that
the way your hand
does in water
pitching our tent to
sleep in the mountains
our night camp fire
glowing like meteors
a uke in the distance
wraps its moon notes
around the dips and
dells
until evening trees
disappear
into the stars
words fade into music
over the uke’s strums
I tie my feet to the
roots
of a star jasmine
the blues overhead
flow with the wind
through the pipe of
night
dreaming into the sun
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