MOUNTAIN SORREL
Oh the myrtle so bright. The eyeslip, the bee.
Still and know. And how sad I am, and for days
on end. In 1962, they burned the village to the ground.
Your pots and pans, your baskets, your planks where the sun
rays touched first. I gather up the rhizoids. When I am brave enough
to walk past again, I shall place a quill earring in the shade.
In the book of sweet grasses, write your name.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 2.
Caroline Goodwin’s books are Trapline, Peregrine and The Paper Tree. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow in poetry at Stanford University, she currently teaches at California College of the Arts and the Stanford Writer’s Studio. From 2014 – 16 she served as the first Poet Laureate of San Mateo County, California. Website: carolinegoodw.com
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