The Great Divide
for Bev
In our first river west of the great divide in that swift current I remember the water ouzel appearing & disappearing
the gay couple standing outside their camper who mimed its comic curtsying on shore
the way my brother described it walking among the rounded stones on the bottom or flying underwater wings like oars because its feet were unwebbed
& after it surfaced inaudible over the roar of rapids I remember watching its beak move & wondering what that watery solitude sounded like from within.
Dave Bonta
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