Rapids

I have this feeling of . . .
No!
I can't say it.

***

Just
Sitting here
In this one room cabin
In my chair
This Captain's chair
On casters-
wrapped around
with myself

Just
Here
Watching
Through the window
As green becomes yellow

In the creek below
Coho
Fighting rapids
Coho
Rotting after. . .
After all
It's that time of year.

And
Seagulls
Scavangers
With no sense of . . .
Feasting on this wasted flesh.

Their screams
Echo
In this tight valley.

 

Nov 17/76

Braden Corby ©