Your Saturday Poem
From "American Primitive," Poems by Mary Oliver
I come down.
Come down the blacktop road from Red Rock.
A hot day.
Off the road in the hacked tangles
blackberries big as thumbs hang shining
in the shade. And a creek nearby; a dark
spit through wet stones. And a pool
like a stonesink if you know
where to climb for it among
the hillside ferns, where the thrush
naps in her nest of sticks and loam. I
come down from Red Rock, lips streaked
black, fingers purple, throat cool, shirt
full of fernfingers, head full of windy
takes all day.
Now, Go See "UP."
Yep, splendid, funny, touching, exciting, whimsical new animated Pixar film. Playing in 3-D downtown SLO or in regualr screen at the AG Regal. Wonderful piece of work. Don't miss it.