When the blue arch of September deserved to be called heavens, its high streaks and bulging billows auguring storms in the heat; I climbed down to the strip of land between the levee and the river, where maples lift silver to the wind, and willows often bend to trail their branches in the sun by the water, and homeless … Continue reading The Button Bush
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Eagle Marsh
Spits of rain, and willow leaves spin bright bodies down onto mud and dun-colored weed. Knotted, ancient-looking angles of button bush hold up yellow leaves, or few, or none; their sycamore- buttons dangle. A crane, white like heavens, bends its flight to the gracious air, stoops to the water's billows, head tucked like a cockpit, body shaped to … Continue reading Eagle Marsh
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