Sturve Slough
a fence posts list,
chewed green by pond scum,
a fading reminder of the long-gone farmer
who first parceled the slough.
it can relax now,
perimetered by a buffer of official gravel.
adored, no less, by a boxy plaza.
a pink Holiday Inn hugs the water
like an aggressive cheek.
before the farmer,
the land was sacred,
oasis of spirit and animal visions,
wellspring of purpose and ancestry.
now it is a money-maker,
primordial nouveau.
a curio for the tourists,
sparkling just for them.
scampery sun on oozy flesh.
when
the moon thrives high,
a babble of frogs blurt tepid moans.
ducks bob to flip,
silent, busy assassins,
in the onyx water.
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total rework 7/8/26 ... ugggg
ed. 8/1/24
Watsonville, CA
2002
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