Hillside Above Saratoga Passage
Adrian and Benjamin launch their kites,
Release what is larger
Within, allow it to ride the wind:
One ascends on red dragon-scaled wings.
The other glides as a flat fish—a skate—
Huge rainbow body ruffling on salt air.
We have turned from dimes
Exchanged for uprooted weeds
That the oldest has picked. And from
The youngest collecting gamatoes—
The word slowly transformed
By his tongue, clicked against his palate,
Work, then this lifting.
“Hillside Above Saratoga Passage” is reprinted from Manzanita Quarterly.
Linda Greenmun was one of the founding editors for Floating Bridge Press. Her book of poems, Wheel of Days, received a Fellowship in Literature from The Washington State Arts Commission and Artist Trust. She lives with her husband, Renny, on Camano Island. She is working on a second manuscript, “Cloud Dwellers.”