Leaf Study

Julia Kane

Landscape of the River Below Mount Washington

Emma Briggs

Someone told me that they had dug a swimming hole, Into the riverbed behind the woods.

I didn’t know there was a river there. This hole must be a disruption to the fish, But it was nice for me to cool

My blistered feet and hands.

The sun still sat high in the August sky.

The mountain’s great shadow crept along the riverbed, chasing the trout down-stream.

I had begun the trek back to my tent

By the time the mountain had swallowed the stream.

I think that I heard the trout tripping

Over the hole in the clay

At the bottom of the river.