Tahquamenon Falls

Tahquamenon Falls

We slipped
away one night
when summer scents
filled ditch pockets
where the road dipped
through patchy fog. Our bike
was a whisper instead of a holler
and near Cheboygan, a mountain
lion leapt, missed or changed
its fickle mind. Fate, you said
had passed nearby, an omen
we should live a little closer
to the edge of the risks
we take in our lives.
In Tahquamenon
you tossed like the river
and fell forever
into my arms.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

From HeartWood to be published December 2016


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