Cannot Sweep Nature
Cannot Sweep Nature
Bronwyn Carver
On a path
of freshly turned dirt
from the last sweep that came through mounds of debris and whatnots
hide within trip-traps
Of muddy earth
Yet even though souls
From this place
have been scattered
North south east west
Upside down
One lone daffodil appeared
pushed up through the mud
that is the soil
Bright golden yellow with its almost
Orange trumpet center
proclaiming a hearkening hearkening for Hope to take shape
Love to blossom once more
Published 2025 as part of The Old Town Crier at the Futel installation in front of Street Roots.
Supported by a Portland Arts Project grant from the Regional Arts and Culture Council and the Arts Access Fund.
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