The old grasses so green

(May 2022. Sitting with a gorgeous view of King’s Canyon and mountains, same spot as previous sunset’s ‘I sit atop a mountain of death’. Eraser shavings and old grasses found in the crease of the notebook, across from a random old abstract drawing of some kind.)

The story of the Walkers
From time immemorial
Generations as numerously green
As the grass

And look!
The old grasses so green,
Here, with the eraser shavings in the crease
Between these words and that abstract drawing
Of gray brown and green like a person
These green old grasses preserved here how long
In the fold with the eraser shavings
Why I opened to this page in the notebook
Here in the foreground of sequoias
Looking the valley of miles of light,
The last alpenglow lingering on King’s Canyon peaks
Of glaciers and their carvings, shadow
And all that terrific bouncing light
Bouncing here off me, sequoia smile beaming.