Arcata Spring [poema]

Strange quiet
the hustled mad City traffics
are replaced
ramble-shackle clankings of old American
trucks on muddy tracks
ghost bangings of lumber
trains in the silver
silent background and growing things rising
so fast you can almost hear them
greening
stretching so hard they’re likely to split wide
open and spill humid inner secrets

To grow is pain but necessary
above all else

To grow that fast must be religious and Christ
the lawn needs mowing again

Photo/Ray Larsen

Published in Toyon, Humboldt State University, Vol. 40

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