Thursday, January 8, 2015

Morning in streamside woods at the edge of the Tetons, in Idaho

Last night we slept by water's edge
its rushing, crashing voice soothed
to a simmer, carrying us into dreams.
Ice cold.  Toothbrush in hand
she balances, crossing one of countless
tall trunks that lay, bridging.
A squirrel follows, hands and mouth
twitch in a blink, all business.

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