Eugene

Old stained wood scent
Flying down stairs, orange lit corridors, redwood walls.

Crying, hair follicles strained:
Brown with hint of blond.

Rose splattered face, wet with tears,
Then respite – stained light tan carpeting, black Labrador.

Quiet Douglas firs stand
Next to steep driveway:
Capital Drive.

Once was tire swing, swinging, falling.

Sunny summers, hay fevers.

Tree forts, bird watchers.

Golf balls resting among tired graves.

Prefontaine’s last run.

Quiet now.