Down a dozen railroad-tie steps
muddied by dogs & walkers come before me
the metal bridge spans a brown wrinkle
of rain-swelled water, eucalyptus bark
red-stripes the bank, twigs tangle green grass
& herbage, the water ripples like scars, like
skin on an old beat-up lizard, a tree
trying to grow out of the bank bends
forty-five degrees west for ten inches,
thirty degrees east for another ten feet,
these hardscrabble California woods
grub for whatever space remains.
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