her uneasy stomach for life…

somewhere out there
the Ohio and the Missouri
join the Mississippi

Buttermilk gorge
I lose myself
awhile

alone…
working out what
not to say

lighting…
on one stone
after another

somewhere near
the end of the day
bends down low

eyes closed
I could be
anywhere

the hope
of each new day
to arrive…

Probably ‘Francis Williams’ the first named Hosta variety.