At Heron Lake Golf Course we walked over the bones of drowned homes
Vanport was a twenty-four hour city, working shift upon shift
Vanport was built overnight complete with schools and libraries
The sloughs that ran through it were full of turtles, bullfrogs, and garter snakes
Joe’s market sold peanuts out of vending machines
So many people come here and don’t know they’re walking on bones
Someone said garter snakes would grow legs in warm water
so they caught enough to fill a washtub
but all the garter snakes drowned
There was a skull in the peanut vending machine
The water was waist-deep and houses floated off their foundations
People struggled hand in hand
Children slept on army cots at Ockley Green Grade School
and moved on to whatever homes they could find
(because black people couldn't buy homes in most of the city)
All the garter snakes drowned
So many people move here and don't know they're walking on bones
Today we walked over the bones of drowned homes
and the sky was stitched across with wings of geese.
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Friday, October 21, 2016
Bones of Drowned Homes
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free verse,
poetry
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poignant truth
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