expect delays

white heron in green water

other lives open up to me

other voices other times

sadnesses before i am born

tranquil isle autumn sun

some idiot picnic chucked all his debris

crane peering through the reeds

green glass brown glass smoother than silk now

RS EVANS 1944 scraped into purest rock

his name will be there forever under waterfall

we will all think of him as we swim

slumping to the sand dripping and cold

on afternoons that always come