It was under
the bridges of Stockton,
Where I
discovered the world.
Hundreds of
species beneath the surface,
In clouds of
mud my footprints swirled.
Thornton
Road, Davis Road,
Eight Mile, and
Bear Creek we’d roam…
Collecting
bottles, condoms, and adulthood:
Roadside
attractions to hide when home.
We
fantasized the millions
Our found
contraband was worth…
It was the
crawdads, carp and pollywogs
That brought
us back to earth.
We built
memories in the Cattails,
Like Moses,
we parted green Duck Weed…
Ankle deep
in muddy waters
The earth
signed over to us, the deed.
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