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Truckee

by Leonard M Hawkes

Sunday, above Tahoe,
You were narrow, deep and clear;
In mid-June still fresh
From your famous snow;
Flanked by firs, spruces,
And mountain sedge,
A mild trout stream--
Almost drinkable.

Yesterday, in the canyon,
You raged down the gorge;
South-shore burnt,
North, the four-lane highway;
Twisted, manipulated
By man and Nature, dashing
Granitic boulders of the Sierra,
You remain a Force.

And today, within your
Trail-topped, man-made banks,
You seemed almost weary--
Perhaps just friendly;
Edged with high-desert willow,
Elm, noble-old cottonwood; placidly
Washing concrete and gravel,
Urban, and keeper of the homeless.

06/20/2007

Author's Note: After "riding the river," Reno, Nevada; 20 June 2007

Posted on 06/20/2007
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