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I Would Step into the Wooden Boat
ОглавлениеI would step into the wooden boat
pull up the near shore of the Pend Oreille
along the marshes with the white stumps
of trees that once stood on drier ground
but had succumbed to the water’s inundation
now perches for water birds and crows
resting from flight or warily watching my alien work
and if not on the river hike high up the hill
overlooking the big bend where the river turns east
to a side hill clearing logged of its fir
where a large rock clings suggesting a place to sit
and look down the valley
almost to the old Diamond Match mill at Cusick
and brood in the style of a 19th century novel
forgetting the trivialities of model airplanes
or my collection of stamps deliberations
I set aside for the pew and the pastor’s sermon