(a)

Inside out this basalt lava bends into water shears and folds beneath this border bridge hello Rita nice to see you on the other shore not drowning but waving over this ghost of impoundment whose desire was inundated by the backwaters of reconnaissance just like the denizen of these reservoirs the pikeminnow got its name back from bigotry rippling in the shoals of a militant taxonomy your voice drowned in the Union Pacific diesel on the other shore while we both gaze at this water for the ear of the other and meditate the forgotten thinking of the River’s language not its meaning after all but how to dive through its unthought surface into the deep “as is”

(b)

when swallowing water get out of the way when the line disappears talk to the hook by now we know you’re not pure and you just make it ...