to pack my canoe without you

is to be blue

even before

the brown-green waters

of the Gunnison

as a poetry bandit

I’m at a loss

what rhymes with Gunnison?

What rhymes with Dominguez?

I can only think of our tent

in the rain

thunder rolling down the canyon

bighorns on the rim

How will I paddle

without you in the bow?

Andrew Gulliford

Durango