10 ac Llano River view N


For a few weeks

Bluebonnets stand erect, torching

The breeze that reminds her

There is a gulf.


Far from it,

The Llano carries itself

Past bluff and granite.

He stood awhile, watching her

Watch the nutra

As it swam up river.


A witness

Of another kind

Filtered through the mesquite,


The turkey pear.


Memories could not catch it,

Nor keep the season

From going south

Past the burled post oak,

The old Indian camp, 

To the place down river.


You better go.

Do I have to?

She rolled over to get up.

But his large hand held her

At the hip.


Another hour passed.


Requires time.

A darker sky met the river

As it began to rain,

Breaking the drought.

(from Hill Country & Other Poems)


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