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Wading In
There was so much quiet that week in Eugene
that I could hear the steps of my bare feet
on the stony bottom of the Willamette,
and when I felt what I’d forgotten, I couldn’t
stop crying, going down in the current,
almost drowning in the whispers.
Snake River Driftwood
Soaked and dried,
flayed and polished by current and wind,
broken limbs find their resting place
here along the Snake:
cedar, hemlock, pine.
Dryads gaze out through knotty eyes:
birds with wooden feathers,
bumpy fish, antlered deer.
Voices locked inside
pop out from the campfire.
George Such has had a chiropractic practice in Richland, Washington for the past twenty-six years,
and has recently completed an undergraduate degree in English at Washington State University TriCities. He hopes
to do graduate study in English in the future. His poetry has been published in Dislocate, Hiram Poetry Review,
Lullwater Review, The MacGuffin, Roanoke Review, Windfall, and several other literary journals.
Email: George Such
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