To the bend
Johnclarestokes
Old Town Chipewan trimmed
Paddles poised in remember
For tonight from shiver to timber
We stroke upstream to forgetting
From Cone pylons to Limp bend mystery
Our journey quietly wends
Suwannee time suspends
Sand bars all open
Full moon all enveloping
Tupelo tonic mixes with the tannic
A doe dips low for a taste
Barred owls who do you think
Pileated's pine bark rain falls
Coyotes call on the prowl
Wet wood hisses and growls
Soon by firefly light we sleep
To mares of critters creeping
By dawns dew prints revealing
Pungent fresh the nocturnal fumes
Stoke the embers to live
Coax it to warmth give
All is misty in the limp bend
By first light the Suwannee
Amnesia begins.
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