I was born by here
Beverlying by the lock
Kating down the wind-blown cove
we rode coffins
like cool surf boards up the steam
the reservoir drank three feet
lie behind the hatchery
she is quietly try to swim
to me beneath wake when
I lie back and close my eyes
polly wogging for a handful
Briesing from the precipii
up high, up high
I can drink and breath the reservoir landscape
and the ringing where the wake subsides
don't curse in the canyon
we were sandled against the sand
summered beneath eagled dam