Joseph Bruchac


Fall Creek

The tiger salamander
slow as black lava
slides over green stones
spots on its anthracite skin
pure molten gold.

The night heron
eyes like old iron
holds its breath in midstep
then strikes.

It is only for those
who know the stream’s flow
is life and death
throbbing in balance

to understand
this dance.






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