About the Poem
This poem was written for a dear friend of mine. Bored one evening, we went out to Riverfront Park and went and watched the Spokane Falls. Since it was late we decided to sneak down off the bridge right next to the water. (If anyone has seen the movie "Smoke Signals," these are the same fabulous rapids). I wrote specifically about that time, because it was a very emotionally intimate moment in our relationship. .
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|by Dolores Lee|
You sneak behind warning signs, a small fence,
and creep out onto serrated rocks
littered with the gnarled remains of roots.
You find your way to the farthest, just
where water swirls and spits at your feet.
You fold your body neatly into itself and watch
as a torrent edged with white froth
smashes into rocks and
dips to shape itself to every cold stone.
I ease myself to your side;
we shout poetry defiantly
into the consuming night air.
I shiver quietly and listen intently,
to the water and your words.
Transcending speech, outspoken by water
we silently climb back over the small fence
past the warning signs onto asphalt;
my skin damp, we turn and walk away.