Soldiers Grove Stanza

 

 

 

 

 

-written in solidarity with Spokane

In Soldiers Grove the Kickapoo has
Entwined among its piney banks
The shady form of greening mythos,
Which takes as motto: “Thanks–no thanks!”
Where once the village taverns numbered
In double-digits, floods encumbered
The pour, and city fathers moved
To move the village. Once approved
The people cast their lot with science
To capture solar-paneled fire
Upon a hill. Now higher and drier
Than amber bottled self-reliance–
Our thirsty tongues can still recall
How shadows made the sunlight fall.