Trailing arbutus

This entry is part 71 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The first warm day.
The mountain hums with insects
and the valley with motorcycles.

Between twists of old coyote scat
and dried grass curled
tight as pubic hair,

close to the ground, the trailing
arbutus’ fragrant parts
begin to open.

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4 Replies to “Trailing arbutus”

  1. Curious: is it supposed to be “pubic” and not “public” in line 6?–although, given that I was expecting “pubic” and the “public” caught me off guard, it’s also effective as is to get the reader’s attention.

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