Salt Green Writes

Salt Green

Cement pods
Planted in the Hudson
Grow as if
Toward an unseen sun

As the foot chimes 
Make playful song
Under the dance
Of our four feet

I want to hold you here
And pick the purple dandelions 
Blow! Blow! Blow!
Both you and me

To a childhood
Spent together 
Where we spin
On tops

Lazily round and round
Smiling giggles of joy
I hear so many foreign voices
I do not understand 

Their words 
But I do their laughter 
“Look,” you say
“The Statue of Liberty!”

I turn to see it
And have new hope

Salt Green

The wind 
Comes in waves
As the red tailed hawk
Rises and dips
The black western carpenter bee 
Floats and flirts
The canyon edge 
And you and I
Sit in distance 

Then a stronger wind
Crashes our rocky shore
Washes us all
Clean and away 
The loose rock too
To a new home
One we’ve never dreamt
Never have we seen
Yet, have always lived