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At the Edge of Summer Watching

A kingfisher flies up-river,
Silvered, flickering.
At the center, rocks curve like breasts,
Their edges blue beneath the surface.

Along a darkened interface,
Water opens the rock;
A bird sings, or perhaps
Only the rock itself.

Then I see them. “Dippers,” he says.
A spine of broken light
Weaves through the rock
Where they walk underwater.

Pushing a bare foot through
Wet sand like the rippled skin
Of a woman’s buttocks, he
Leans to take a photograph.

Gasquet, California

At the Edge of Summer Watching

Valarie Napawanetz

West River, United States

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We lived in northern California, all the way up at the Oregon border, in Gasquet, a small forest service town in the middle of Six Rivers National Forest. The Smith River is emerald green due to the erosion of serpentine rock in the river bank.

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