poem no. 7

Coast Redwood

… Listen  

Thee are rhythm air, 

The merchant, the keys… 

Stores, fresh, ring out…

Sweet now these scents, 

Chimes come everyday, 

From somewhere, or someone… 

Living creatures right?

Rhinestone - driveway. 

–watch before the truck, 

In the middle, fields over, 

A rally night –Oh no! Loud!

–It is all …we in, 

And our word is clogged in the west… 

The coast highway engines, plaints…, 

Every lane everything, like wild horses… 

Into its h-eav…