High Watermark Salo[o]n: Schaefer's Rowdy 

 
Red is a yarn-girl name Ruby.
She stands in the prow. 

Upstream without a paddle.
Fearless. The white bird 

of youth will be with her
when she returns to the tree 

of life to feed a friend's red bird
and offer bells to deer. Her dear 

friend sits in the stern, joins her
for the voyage. We want to hold 

the empty basket she left by her
baby shoes. We want to wait 

outside in the dark, let the house
light be beacon. Like red, we don't 

want to be shelved, don't hide
with gray wolf when it thunders. 

No, we stay red. And that makes us
strong, makes us long for chairs 

side by side outside on a bank
above a river low and steady.