I'm not sure about all the I can see and I can tells, etc.  I love the vision
of the tracks in the sand. I like the impermanence of nature and the
fragility of the moment.

In a message dated 07.14.03 5:22:39 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< Another river poem.

TRACKS IN THE SAND

Today is always with me,
all I can recall are the tracks
of what has already gone.

I can see that the river befor me [before or is this American?  Skip that?]
is at its lowest ebb [skip is?]
and poised for the incoming tide.

I can tell the tide has been out a long time
by the way goose tracks
to and from the water.

I can tell they arrived
when the water was higher,
and though I can't see them

I am able to tell that some
are at rest in the long grass
beyond where their tracks head off.

I recall sayings about building on sand
and how it's just asking to be washed away,
liike these tracks, with the next tide. [like?]

I remember time measured by sand
and can see in these tracks
where the idea originated.

Back indoors I see rain now pours
in torrents outside where tracks in the sand
will go before the tide later today
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kol tuv, Ryfkah