Washoe County ‘98

A big water, blue as deep as I knew

Spoken out of dry sweet needles,

Hushed, unsure as June beetles,

Out the window of the Taurus blew

Every sweet breeze and freezing fun

Cornmeal beaches in Corduroy wales

Over boulders until my courage fails,

Until I see her lying underneath the sun

Not warm or frozen; all I think of

Timid to dip in though time is rushing

Yet how I am pacing and blushing

Washoe’s eldest daughter, my first love.

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