X Marks the Spot


Purple Pride of Madeira
and golden Scotch Broom
circle stumps of dead pine.
Flowering wild radish bracket
desiccated hemlock remains.
Glowing nasturtium embers
seethe within swampy shadows.

As we climb Hatton Canyon,
moist trail transforms
to gurgling stream.
Clotted foam clings
to bent pampas grass plumes.
Run-off from last week’s rain
converts path to waterfall,
reveals hidden bedrock.

Harbinger blackbirds
jeer our soggy retreat,
broadcast avian gossip.
Contrails, shredded shore fog
mark this sacred spot
with a giant cross overhead.

By Jennifer Lagier

Contrails form X mark in the blue sky


Jennifer LagierJennifer Lagier has published ten books and in literary magazines. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate monthly Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium Second Sunday readings. Forthcoming books: Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle). Click here to visit her website.

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