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"A thing of beauty is a joy forever" - John Keats
 

 

 

 

The Bear's Lair

five toes meant one thing.
he was near.
I followed his tracks.
passed a dead buck.
probably taken down by a bullet.
I secured my handgun and my rifle.

I must get the jump on him.
I tip-toed creekside.
then, suddenly,
on the other bank,
I heard an air-shaking growl.
my whiskey mouth mumbled.

his jaw opened wide, his body
full of wanton hunger.
I grimaced.  he'd be a trophy
if I could take him.
he rose on his hind legs.
I swallowed twice. cocked my gun.

but he was fast.
me clumsy.
he crossed back and grabbed me.
I hung in his teeth like a toy.
this is it. my last act.
the headlines will read
eaten by a bear.
but no, the ordeal continued.
he dragged me
through the gurgling stream
into bushes and across beds of rocks.
bruised me bad.

when we reached the beast's den,
I feared I'd be dinner.
I saw mama bear
and her growing cubs.
they motioned back and forth
with their paws.
I understood.
they said
I'd make a great rug.

bear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wahkeena Falls
(Beautiful Woman in Yakima Native Language)

bright, white and sassy,
she hops rocks,
dives beneath downed trees.
I chase her faithful spray,
fabulous lines, and gypsy soft air.
her cool drip eases through me.
she has a beat, a rhythm
as she trumpets out to the sea.

I walk in her wilds.
am her consort.
I hurry not.
she can't be still. I can't either.
she's drama, a shivering eye
and a sweet cry.
tourists come. shoot photos.
lift umbrellas,
get entangled in her busyness.
her voice is loud.
a silky love whispers with her thick mist.
she can talk if you'll listen.
I sing to my guitar. then to hers.
upon leaving, I always thank her.

in winter her lone body
rips out a rhapsodic roar.
she's a damnation and a beauty.
spurious wind gusts bend her legs,
twist her lines.
she hisses, throbs and frenzies.
yet her droplets touch your face
like soft winter kisses.
I come each week
with the satisfaction of knowing
she is never somewhere else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

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