Tuesday, April 22, 2008

American Sentences: April 21, 08

On the walk I'm the elk returning to the path that leads down to the

water, winds up to the overlook, the mountain precipice, mountains

in the distance between here on the summit of Denny Park and there--

the Olympic Peninsula where we took shelter once, ran away

from routine, before I know I'll miss this plat--covered now in asphalt,

built-up, million dollar houses, no kids playing in the cul de sac.

Again I return like the elk who looks beyond the set of tri-levels,

remembers in her genes how the tree stands, the rains fall, wind's caress.

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