Soaking in Rio Caliente

 

 

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River Night                  

We submerge into hot river water, 

steam rising to meet the stars.

My daughter leaves us skinny dipping 

at midnight on this quiet hill.

We float and swim lazily, talk about Ireland

and share old stories of the troubles.

Obsidian hills surround us here,

jacarandra tree heavy with purple bloom.

Still, we talk about crossing other borders,

how our lives have brought us here.

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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3 Responses to Soaking in Rio Caliente

  1. Joy Kaubin says:

    Hi, Elaine, These photos and the poem are fabulous!  When were you there? Please tell me about it tomorrow, and also be looking for a photograph of Ireland somewhere here. See you soon! Hugs, Joy

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  2. smilecalm says:

    i’m left
    feeling
    the heat 🙂

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