George Hitchcock

(2 June 1914 – 27 August 2010 / Hood River, Oregon)

Afternoon in the Canyon


The river sings in its alcoves of stone.
I cross its milky water on an old log—
beneath me waterskaters
dance in the mesh of roots.
Tatters of spume cling
to the bare twigs of willows.

*

The wind goes down.
Bluejays scream in the pines.
The drunken sun enters a dark mountainside,
its hair full of butterflies.
Old men gutting trout
huddle about a smokey fire.

*

I must fill my pockets with bright stones.

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2012

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