Sugarhouse

Sugarhouse fall, originally uploaded by catinlap.

Roots of older trees push up man-made concrete
Turning the ground's solidity into waves.
The tops of the trees crest towards the west, the light --
The lower branches an undercurrent of bob and weave.

Caught in the solution of memory
Breathe and stroke through leaf-thickened atmosphere
Breathe-stroke, Breathe-stroke--
Keep the goggles on.
Keep the nostrils plugged.
Keep the mouth shut

For Sugar houses dissolve on the tongue.


Ok, I know that poem doesn't have much erotic going for it, but hey -- its my blog and at this point no one is reading anyway, so I'll put up what I damn well feel like. Besides, Sugarhouse is in Utah and that is related to Mormons.