Frogs laid jellied eggs in spring
Suspended in swollen waters
Waiting to splurge their growing tadpoles
Into knee-deep eddies of Leach Creek.
Salamanders dragged pale tangerine bellies
Slithered across black ooze of mud
At shallow green safety of water’s edge
Disappearing eelgrass supple into the deep.
Fir trees offered pitch-pocketed trunks
Weeping golden sap in the July heat
Gifting Resin-coated palms after scramble
Heavenward into swaying bowers of evergreen.
Spoiled boys in their dusty surplus tent
Erected hastily in the neighbor’s yard
A warzone of dirty gang secrets and forcible deeds.
I begged them not to hold my legs
I dared not enter those woods again.