Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Ankle Deep in Stockton
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.