May 16, 2021

The rain, the trees, the river.

The rain feeds the trees, feeds the earth, and pounds the stones. Given time, water will cut through rock. Rivers gain strength and power, and they rage. And me? I’m just an old man turning on his windshield wipers.


South Fork.Yuba River. A redtail hawk glides above the canyon. Circling, circling. Deer shit on the trail below. A man and a boy hiking, with their lunch in their daypacks. I remember you, William, my son. I remember us.



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