She passed in front of me, soft as cat feet. Fog

cupping the hills; fog plating my head. I paused

at the light there at the three way. Blink, blink.

On her way to work at the two story McDonalds

downtown, a place now surrounded by dozers.

The city builds a new bridge. The community

prepares for the Black Gold Festival. And

a slight woman in a red and yellow uniform

walks to work. Beside the teeth of a massive

yellow rock truck, she steps out of  my  path

of vision. Gone like a furry animal to the river.

The waters flow like icing down a warm cake.

The river is you, is me. Channels of silence.