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Souvenir

A girl brought me kiwi and a T shirt from Hawaii My first taste          I liked it. At the park we kissed and other things               My first taste             I liked it. I lost the T shirt and  the girl            I did not look hard for either. I wish I knew where they both were now                                I miss it.             Tristan  Fall 2019

A Little Trouble Letting Go

Early my eyes to a day just fawning where the tide has encroached high and the fogs hang low. Where the cries of gulls intrude upon the gentle bellow of the sea and a suggestion of salt last on my tongue. ---- a swollen sadness is here as well --- I am numb in thought to what has been lost.  Now that spring has come, do the tender sprouts of my conscience show? ---I feel a bit empty ---- Attempting to gather myself, I scouted the shorelines once pathed in perfect spring.  Foolishly I looked to see if they were still there, foolishly. ---Am I tormenting myself? Her words were well liter formidable opponent to any resistance I may have had; I had none. She blew into me like a summer breeze, like she was summer tea, sweet and effortless.  She left even easier. ---lies burn seconds into the truth. Her heart was as big as a castle and twice as empty.  I misjudged her luxuries, thinking they would be enough to sustain happiness. ---Deceived by false-hearted seduction.

The River Spirit

You can't catch a fish with your back to the river, so we face our challenges and obstacles head on. it is at this moment where a kindred spirit is born, a spirit between mankind and the Chinook salmon. All existence gather here, beginning our Journey in the river of life. The Journey is not easy and is full of snags and boulders. Sometimes the way is so treacherous, fear overwhelms our navigation. We, like the Chinook salmon, rely upon our spirit, a spirit always pushing, always driving, achieving our pursuits and never giving up. When we arrive at our Final destination,  We shudder in our last breath But there is life in death. Some say we give all in our passing, but a spirit is carried with us and is only shared, and is continuous in its giving. Where we began, we will end. We will not stop giving, and the River Spirit will always be giving, too.