I enjoyed Rita Dove’s excessive alliteration in “Ode to My Right Knee” so much I decided to use it as inspiration for a poem about my love/hate relationship with green’s takeover of the gorge in May.
Ode to Green/ Sara Lynne Puotinen
Greedy gorge gobbler grifting
vistas. Vanishing views.
Overrunning overlooks. Orchestrating
scenes stolen, senses smothered. Stop.
Yield your yearly
domination. Dress down. Decide
Oh overabundant obstruction,
we want windows, ways
out, openings, other
perspectives, possibilities. Please
share some space. Surely
for faithful friends forever
craving crowd-less calm
where water waits, wants witnessing, where
laboring lungs long
bigger, bug-less breaths beside