summer Yuba

Flukes and fins the river gives

For sliding down channels of emerald light

granite contours blue basin to blue basin

In a stream of bubbles,

Whiskered otters leaping for air

Five PM on Mill St

Five PM on Mill Street

Sun bronze on brick sidings

The day winding down

A riot of blackbirds

Descends squawking to the street

Little green eyes strutting 

Wink at you

For all things I wish wildness

 For all things I wish wildness

Open   free running   larks

In clear forests, seas, skies and rivers;

Belly-thrilled with blue vastness,

An end to grates, latches, clips and tethers

For all the unbound delight 

                         of wind in feathers—

Long Street

Sitting on a curb

Where the lamp's burnt out

Musing on summer stars

Bones made of sand….

Burdick Excavation

Mangled mud-splashed trucks

'Burdick Excavation' on the doors  

In a crusted logo of sun and trees

Yuba Camp

Bamboo flute playing off rock cliffs 

Camped in the river canyon

I give thanks for this soft dream of life

time warp

Crash of fluorescence

Lean back in the chair

Open wide

On the monitor a video plays

“Space Race Story”

X-rays clipped on the wall—

What's a scrub & star aborigine like me

Doing down this far-flung century?