I have a new game
I am set upon by the cat once again
nothing left to do but smile pet her
and sting random ones and zeros together
at least partially caffeinated
fully vaccinated
I sit and try not to decide
There is something in the Spring air. I have tried many times to define it. Something like wet asphalt, sage and Coppertone. Plus something more that makes you glad to take every breath.
The E Ticket of my generation
turns out to be a reservation
for a two dose vaccine.
The flowers slowing recede
from the early garden
like the out going tide
Their early Spring energy spent
their flowers turning to seed
to sleep underground
until next year the next tide
Life on earth dictated by
the sun and moon
who knew?
There is a whole school of nature writing
prose, poetry, fiction, biography
with salmon in it's teeth
Tales of the Great North Wet
Gary Snyder, not unlike Prometheus
came down to City Lights
not to steal the fire
he had his own
but to share it
pass the bottle around the bonfire
and bask in the glow
of the old stories
the new stories
and to make
new new stories
We are all the better for sharing
If you haven't read any of Snyder
Try Turtle Island or start at the beginning
with his Reed College work
Reed
a great school
a mildly disappointing
avocado
Drinking ten thousand cups of cold tea
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