Scenes from Falcon Ridge ’09
Dave Chalfant, Katryna and Natalya Zuckerman who played guitar with us on our mainstage set. Tom, Elle and Jay Sierra Sumpf, Big Yellow writer holding her excellent new CD Nerissa…
Before I knew its name, I knew the laurel bush
By its gnarled branches, as bent as my grandmother’s hands,
The space it made for a three-year-old’s fort.
I knew its flowers were hexagonal and sweet.
But not for eating. A complicated flower
Blooms in my chest.
You can eat the roots of the grass, though,
Pulling, slow and careful, the blade from its sheath
To draw the sweet white nectar between your teeth
Look—I can still show you how.
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I love your poetry, Nerissa.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Nick