by Steve Arntson
copyright 2008

Here is where you’ll figure it out
Where it’s safe enough and separate, too

Almost a cove
From Chapman Bluff
to the stairs to Ecola’s lawns and picnics

But be careful coming there
Be mindful of ankles
the treachery of gulleys
the landslide that includes yourself

On the brushy berry trails
Waist-high shoulder-high
lost as you wanna’ be

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