Woody Allen (at his best) asks if every Golden Age leaves the taste of brass. Where would you have rather been? And when? My Here and my Now are gold enough for me, but see the show; you may not agree.
It’s almost as if this Grand Canyon was opened by my Colorado flowing through your Arizona, as if busloads would come to see, as if they’d fly in from Asia with cameras.
It’s as if your Sierra watered my Truckee, your Smokies generated the power of my Tennessee, as if my Kitty Hawk meant something to your sky, your salmon to my sea, my unparted sea.
It’s as if our waters, in their mingling, defied laws of nature and physics, as if we’d be running through each other forever, your Jupiter reflected in my dark surface, my hands cupping a little drink of you.
Ralph Murre is the author of "Crude Red Boat" and "The Price of Gravity, both books of poetry; author and illustrator of "Psalms", a book of poetry and art, co-author, (with Sharon Auberle)of "Wind Where Music Was", a book of poems of experience, and he is editor/publisher of several books of prose, poetry, photography, and drawings from Little Eagle Press, which he founded. Ordering information for these books is available from
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