Old Growth/New Life


Over by the devilís club†† near where skunk cabbage

lotus-like emerges, you

donít see yourself close to the shore itís the


green of ancient cedarsmaking shade on one day not

raining mist and memories

of hikes in lost summerís ago


the switchbacks pile up

head downfeel your weight in hamstrings†† high on


nitrogen and the potency of wilderness††† the

endorphins fuel every step skyward

with a green gold hue†† the



indian paintbrush and blue gentian demonstrate

fire and how death is the first

event of a brand new life.



4:17PM Ė 7.27.05

@ Butters Gallery

Portland, OR