Monday, November 24, 2014

BOB ARNOLD ~










 
On Building A Stonewalk In November




This river drifts the land,

In the long air of pines

I smell spring.

Down here, don’t wear gloves,

Don’t wear boots with leaks,

Stay working, and of course

Use the flat stones —

All the things

One learns

In a first year —

The boots take awhile, I know.

But come to you water gentle,

Very clear

Draw strong

Carry the river home to bathe.

It is November / wide open / colding

There is ice you shouldn’t trust.






Bob Arnold


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Where Rivers Meet
Mad River Press, 1989


photo 2012  © bob arnold











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