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
