On The Summit


Clouds of crimson in the early
Evening light. Hues upon the
Water ever so slight. An
Air with spirits that seem to
Dance. Moon Mother Moon takes
Another chance. Windless
Breath becomes my nose.
Just before that rapid
Doze.


These are more poems
Looking Past the Cover
Sudden Understanding
Ocean, Water, Air, & Skies
Random
Moment of Clarity
Salmon Hunting
I am There
Alive
Nothing At All
Temptation
Breaking Point
Fishing Prayer
To be a bee
Levitation
The Perpetual Spiral
Lament for my hands

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