Hint of Blue

He finds sanctuary
teetering on the bow
of an upended boat

wedged into a waterfall
frozen mid-flow. She finds notes
he left on that red metal

stool she loves. Memories
of a site that celebrates water
scrawled in pencil:

storm dirty gray filtered
fizzy still fresh salt brackish
murky clear ground brown black

She pauses at blue. The prospect
of the river
and its expansive bed

hurts her eyes—
how everything can vanish

in one weather-laden moment.
Another morning comes to,
his whereabouts sublime.

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