I'm delighted to be here, my first visit. I discovered Poetry Commons through the latest IPM newsletter. I'm eager to share this poem, High Spring:
HIGH SPRING
Chuck Joy
green sails, green in scoops
green surfaces every direction
entire terrain green with green
green inclines, green summits
green forest, green canopy
uninterrupted green skin of leaves
soft as green yard with distance
distance from the windshield
a highway, you’re driving
your way gray track
the rest except the sky green
your personal vehicle gobbling green
sixty-five miles an hour