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Throwing a stick in the Boulder River

Throwing a stick in the Boulder River

         for Avery

You have to have this experience
of water tumbling to the ocean
to know what I mean.

You have to see Avery
throw a stick in the stream.

It may reach the Dakotas,
caught by a rock,
to be fetched by a dog,
thrown back in from a dock,
to float as far as Saint Joseph,
to sink waterlogged.

Still,
the waters flow on.

And here
among boulders,
mere miles from Wyoming,
it always flows on

with rumbles of spray
through parched pine,
past timber thirsting for showers
in this season of flames.

It's not the same,
to see it on postcards
that can't speak,
to paint it with words
without scent.

There is the pine.
There is the water.
There is Avery,
glistening in sunshine,
throwing a stick.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.200] 2008-08-16

Well, Avery broke a stick and threw it in the water. So, I wrote about it! Shared it with him tonight. The Boulder River starts south of Big Timber, MT and flows into the Yellowstone and then the Missouri River.

ME:

Well, I hadn't heard about the possibility of me getting season football tickets for the Griz yet (I'd applied back in July). As far as I knew from the Missoulian, they had all been sent out. So ... I visited the offices today to query whether there were any left. Surprise! They were working through their list of single seats. So ... I asked. They mentioned one in the North End. Section 229. I said ...

Isn't that the same seat I sat in last year?

YES YES YES!

So, I paid my $215 for 7 home games including the coveted match against the Bobcats of Montana State on November 22nd.

I celebrated.

Yes, it was a cloudy rainy day (yay, we needed the rain).
Yes, the sun will come out tomorrow.
But for me?

It came out today.

Montana: 50º at 22:00.

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