Creek Walk With Sam Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

pause
to
see
gilt paper pavillions
hear
the band

tangled bootlaces

dudgeon lowered

buttons retrieved

wet,
some dulled,
some
polished
mingled
with
river gravels,
stones...
a single glint, then another...
the light must be just right, just so...

home with a
pocket of treasures
if
the
wind-nips
have
allowed the leaves to move, to turn...
just right, just so...

the shirts
have long since
become
places for words...for ideas...