salmon falls

above the falls, I talked
with a man and his dog.
he told me of his father’s
old ice creamery, and
showed me pictures
of a cadillac he bought in
1963, blue and beautiful,
which he still drives
in the spring.

along that same river
was a tree. it spoke to me,
saying, “there once was a tire
where now there is only rope,”

as it has said endlessly since
it lost its blessed tire
to the sea.

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