Poem: Plantings in the Eco-City

A poem from Speak, Cairn:


Plantings in the Eco-City


You’ve arrived during the rainy season

to a soaked bamboo awning, to soaked seedlings

lining a crumbling brick wall. The kids lift

these small trees into the wheelbarrow, name each

as they set it down: hierba luisa, papaya, limón.

How could you know of what can and cannot

be planted? The eco-club kids’ white canvas

shoes somehow spotless. The feet gingerly move

between mud ruts. Your hands, your rubber boots

caked with muck. But what of Mercedes’ hands,

of her bare feet, which jump between the green

beaded pools filled with swimming tadpoles?

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