The Poetry of Lauren B. Gordon walkabout poem from oxnard not walkabout, yet dreamtime at 25,000 feet, commuter airline, santa barbara to sacramento, the flight is in sunlight between cloud layers dreaming american black bear, grizzly, brown and kodiak, standing in streams, rivers, creeks, and inlets fishing for cutthroat, brown and rainbow, reds, sockeye and chum. Gathering heat rises supporting a scavenger's flight while dust devils swirl - their hectic form quickly lost to the patient day. The oaks' sun-drenched shade, with the last morning texture of fading moisture, crosses small meadows, revealing ceaseless motion's charity. Great expanses pause. Back to list of poets The Poetry of k.a.
Pedestrians pass without noticing.
I leave them where they belong. Like wild creatures living easily in this bewilderness regardless of the clack and grunt of the cable car pulling itself up California, the hum of the tracks like the meditations of a million workers. The music plays on as I glissade around a bicyclist bringing up the rear after the light has changed. The air is clean, and quickly filled with clear uninhibited drops. You would have pointed To his safe reaches, the boneless cotton Dancing like a healing man's smoke Around an assembly of the faithful Their hair crowned a heady Amalgam of sugar and rainwater.