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River Bed by Dave Motes |
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Through water clean as air, when light is right, The river bottom bares its rib of smooth and marbled bedrock. Most motion borne above nine seasons of the year, Opaqued by windy sediments. But in the drought, on clearly-running low-light days, The ridges and supports of years of movement show themselves. Some gaps are dark green void, and there are miles of sandy shoal, Beds of grass, and gusts of tumbled chunk rock; But when you need to see the fundamental It brushes past your boat Or jars you suddenly awake.
Ridge-ledge lost and centered, salient spine of mountains,
~Dave Motes
River Bed was composed for Dave's mother and included in her latest Mother's Day gift.
It is dedicated to her.
Home for Dave is Oakton, Virginia where he is a high school English teacher and Fly fishing instructor
and guide with Mark Kovach Fishing Services on the upper Potomac River near Harper's Ferry, WVA.
He is married with a two-year old son, and fishes both salt and freshwater for trout and bass, stripers,
but mostly smallmouth from Alabama to Minnesota.
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