i got an e-mail from philip. he had read my post about the early morning vapor rising from the allegheny and sent this. i asked if i could use it and philip agreed. he is excellent at what is called by some"found poems" taking words from anywhere, could be an advertisement or a news article, anything that somehow becomes a poem with the poet's mindset. thanks, my friend.

The Allegheny River
(a vision early this morning)

The night was cold and the river warmer.
It's winding, twisting, ribbon of silver rose to form a trail
above the water

beneath the silver ribbon: leaves, mostly maples, just begun to turn
red at the edges
trailed

their hue, like apples, green with red curves.