Write Something About Poetics Says Cedar
by Joanne Kyger
I dream about a totem pole of poets.
Actually it was a poster Andrew Hoyem did
for a reading of Bolinas writers in the early 70’s
at SFMOMA and we’re sitting on each other’s shoulders . . .
In the dream, Bob Creeley leans against me.
The ‘wild’ is looking trimmed and tame
with ‘Extreme Conditions’
being the new weather norm.
all those late night thoughts go ?
and ‘the majority’
— being those who have ‘passed
away’ from us
I don’t like the word ‘old’
when speaking about myself —
preferring the word ‘mature’
“She is in her mature years” watching
the great Blue
Heron strike a gopher in its hole
and gulp it down.