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Walking the Arroyo


I walk across a meadow, wet emerald grass,
morning light, California sycamore.

The sycamore fruit is a thorny ball,
the scrub oak’s leaves likewise prickly.

Natural: what we can count on to be here,
what loves this difficult place.

Fifteen minutes from downtown Los Angeles
is a meadow
and sometimes I walk there.


Phoebe MacAdams
from Strange Grace

 


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