23 July 2016

Gravel Bar View From West Broadway - Missoula, Montana

Looong evening walks offset the summer's ice cream indulgence, and send me treasure hunting for river poems.

"...Heed me and hear my loneliness. Split by a desire to be known 

by a crowd of solitaires and by one word split. 

A raven falls out of the yellow flame of a willow.

Its wings purely black buff sunlight. 

It paces the gravel bar, lifts into westerly sun. 

Wing flash. Black luster. Gone..."

- from The Word by Emily Warn

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