it’s not always the little rusted spring
that slipped off the governor
on the mower I borrowed
Monthly Archives: April 2015
A warm winter’s bank
I sit reading Snyder
on a cedar log skateboard
there’s a wattle tree
next to the river
I stand and go to it
to touch it’s yellow existence
and while i’m still stunned by it
being here in california
a man walking his dog asks
about the log skateboard
and I ask him about the wattle
he’s a landscaper
and doesn’t know the wattle’s name here
but knows there are very few
I tell him aboriginal tribes
favour the timber
for making boomerangs
and he asks again
about the cedar log
I made into a skateboard.