With Eggs

There is pride dancing on the water
And the smell of mountain in the air.
Rocks that turn the current for now
But next year won't be there.
Butterflies and watercress
And many steelhead trout.
You'd have to be here
No movie could take you there
Or show the soul just what it's about.
Sun upon the cotten-woods
Shadows of clouds drift by.
A softshell turtle takes my bait
So breakfast if turtle stir-fry,,
With eggs.
7/22/09
Idaho Springs Co.