as a child perhaps five
i would play in a
field of scotch broom
seemed as tall as
a redwood does to me now
there was room at the base
on the earthen floor
underneath the grand sweeps
for tonka trucks
and scooping dirt
now it's known as
noxious weed
but i won't be able
to think of it
as anything other than
a fantastical field
i waded into like
a dark green sea

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text by Jack Lord