Indian Paintbrush Memory


After sundown   a burning apricot

color expands from beyond mountains Olympic &

hits our hands

the soft hands of lovers connected as

waves Pacific proclaim the end of another summer day

at Thunder Island.    It might be

a shadow of pine casting its darkness into a


spot by the rocks near a fluorescent green tidepool.

Shadows lengthen as a memory of Indian Paintbrush will

emerge in wax where before was only black plasma & imagination.


3:02P - 9.08.05