Dusk by the curving river caught
me unguarded only this once:
Wrapped around my core and spiraled
Upwards as I glimpsed the entwined
webbed crosses sifting sinking sun
like twinkling dewy light breathing
an evening song.
And as coffee colored canoes passed, I thought
of a parade I watched when a child,
contrasted only by the drummers’ beat.
Streams of colors
blended with the descending dark,
and the vision on the river lingered.