Showing posts with label Charles Entrekin. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 6, 1982

Poet sketches, Marin Poetry Center, 1982, James Broughton, Nanos Valadritis, Charles Entrekin, Luke Breit, Mike Tuggle, unknown,

 






To Joan Hotchkiss

Creamery Creek travels to the San Geronimo Valley, 
becomes Lagunitas, then Papermill Creek. 
Where it enters Tomales Bay, 
silver, salmon, spawn in cow shit 
at White House Bend. 
This creek, an artery through the valley 
follows the veins of my arms 
to the heart of things.
Pumping liquid through the valley, 
overturned stones.
My uncle caught a pregnant salmon with a pitchfork. 
Their roe floated through the gash 
down the stream where the name changes, 
but not the creek: 
Creamery, Papermill, Lagunitas. 
Fed by tributaries: Arroyo, Carson, Crystal Springs.
Silt feeds orchids,, azaleas, and huckleberries.
Myself, bareback. My horse plunging through pools, 
her back, a floating carpet of red fur 
against the sparkling water.
I grabbed hold of her tail 
and am towed to the opposite shore

2/6/82
This becomes .