Almanac

A response to Gary Snyder’s August on Sourdough, A Visit from Dick Brewer

Almanac

You left to find the red red trees

                                    in that golden state

After you promised we’d see the castles

            on the green Ire cliffs

                        I watched you cry and slide into

the crashing waves

                                    —then you smiled as you began to drown—

            But I was the one who died

When I saw you dancing on my footsteps