where we were working....."A
circle of purple hyacinths,
soft fur...........................
bluebirds singing on the mesa. It is a hot day.
set into a decaying tree trunk.
..........You have hiked along the stream for several miles
the sound of water
.........You have forgotten to pack a bottle of beer.
white capped mountains........Suddenly you encounter a golden icebox,
cold water,......................set into a decaying tree trunk.
purple lupine on the hillside
........You open it....," Gunter continued.
walking down to the water..."Brown and gold bottles of beer with
exotic labels
a flowered dress..............are arrayed inside.
a glass of beer
......Gwennie, would you open one and drink it?"
spring water in winter.....
the smell of hops and honey....
The daily in and out flow of a
billion bytes......
the smell of green grass....
warm stones by the river.........................
unexpected woodland events....................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
a black woodstove............................
the smell of the leather couch....................
screen has been going black.......................
making love......................
a black and white document..........
a long wooden table
the faded Indian blanket on the daybed