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On the Nehalem
Autumn is offering its gold again.
All along the descending river,
in gatherings of maple and alder,
a season’s leaves will soon join
the water’s quieting reflections.
Moving slowly downstream,
through the open pasture lands,
and nearing the end of its run,
river grows wide approaching the sea,
where urgent tides rush the shallow
bars, the sweep the old log moorings.
What has been supported returns.