arcata community forest
July 25, 2016
shirtless bearded hippies sail
(by gravity’s pull down the trail)
sky high pupils a hazed hello
(scented wakes that wave below)
around a turn lush valleys fall
(in Swans song fog and redwoods tall)
while high above aged sequoias groan
(and down below roots squeeze the loam)
a knife carved bench overlooks hooved passes
(distracted horses refuge in stray grasses)
hollowed stumps house midnight flames
(while younger trunks twirl playful games)
i climb these circles drawn in carta
(a treasured oasis steps from eureka)
when backdrop soothes night sounds begin
(the last drop drained to home again)
my eyes closed still where the trail begins
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