The roads are young Next to old mines Their abandoned tools Rust under partial skies Between pine, cedar & fiddlehead fern Scattered as remembrances Remnants, filtered, fill A monochrome story The history of desire
We take pics Searching, digging For images & stories Miners with phones Manufactured from extractions By otherness who unearthed the Silica, Cobalt, & Lithium To preserve the likeness Of the barn that leans Of the old growth Of the green gems of water Its opal pools Repurposed
A group of teenagers Run around the wilderness Sit under a coniferous Writing poems with emojis Acronyms and abbreviations While an app wants to know Name License plate number Car model How many in the party? Reason for your visit
Yes, it’s a photo I took. There’s no layering. It’s a wall used at an animal nature preserve that people can stand behind so they don’t spook the animals. (birds).
I am guilty of this. People don’t think about the price the earth pays, an earth we say we revere and one whose beauty we write about, to give us what we want. We definitely don’t stay behind a wall and look.
I think we are all guilty of this Lisa. You realize that the material that is used to make phones is mined elsewhere, outsourced. It’s like as long as we don’t see the destruction and the toll on the humans who are mining the materials it doesn’t exist. Thus the juxtaposition of the old discontinued mining operation (which is actually a real place, “Jawbone Flats”). Opal Creek, where Jawbone Flats is located is an area of a famous event decades ago of saving old growth trees from being harvested. I find this ironic. Thanks for being such a thoughtful reader! Take care!
MoonCat 
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