By Brush, down Drowning to the Neosho
To Walnut, past Lost, smell the Canadian churning
Sore Finger from Willis, San Gabriel flooding high
Tucker ditch to Greenhorn, buried on the banks of the Saint Charles
From the Clear Fork to the Salt Fork, from the mountain of black stone pines
From the Current river, cutting through the valley of my father’s memories
Put in at Pigs Ankle, down to Deer Leap, portage past Hargus eddy
Up Wells creek, I try to see into a story you never told me
