Campsite
set
Late
afternoon
Late
June
Too
warm to stop
Grab
a friend
Get
the canoe
Head
up the brook
The
tributary
Portage
through the brush
Clearing
up ahead
A
well of light
Among
the birch trees
Break
into open
Unblemished
pool
Circled
by birch,
poplar,
and fir
Paddle
the weeds
Thick
strokes, pole along
Scrape
of reeds, rushes
Push
the boughs from our way
A
moose chomping ahead
Oblivious
to us, though not stealth
Shower
of stagnant water
From
his mouth
His
rack with molt
Wet
legs
Spindles
submerged
In
the reeds, the much
Feather
paddles,
Slide
forward
Easy,
easy
hush,
get the camera…
Too
late – A break for the tree line
Awkward
getting out
But
silent through the trees
How
did he not get caught.
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edited May 28, 2014
Free Time – v2
posted May 24, 2004
Free Time
saved March 26, 2004
about time on the Allagash Wilderness Waterway
summer 1976
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