KindTree Productions - Poetry by Nicole Taylor, Eugene

Poetry by Nicole Taylor, Eugene

Eugene Traveler

I’m creating not crying,

not this time.

I’m waiting, riding Amtrak bus,

but Kesey, friends jumped tracks,

hitched rides.

Saw Kesey’s statue, The Storyteller –

read his words of his plants –

nettle and clover,

ghost fern and more.

Rode the EmX bus and

watched the Breeze busses

to U of O or Lane Colleges

in the city of a

KindTree and a DanceAbility.

Watching now

a bright yellow Morning Glory store.

Walked past the Green Store and

The Red Agave.

Sat watching the local Jackalope Lounge

and the trendy Buffalo Exchange.

I’m writing in the shadows of

ghosts and ghost stories

after browsing the Beats at bookstores

and buying two by Kerouac.

I’m waiting outside Amtrak

father, son hoping to visit Wisconsin

mother, children traveling to Portland,

returning to Florida.

strange curious glances later.

In Stride

In a stride,
In a hop.
Andy usually takes it
all in stride.
Andy is wanting a home in California again,
more reliable friends
a girlfriend.
Andy usually takes it in stride
that I have not accepted to be his girlfriend yet,
after making out again New Year's Eve.

A Handfull of Stones

Read the water.
Enjoy,
good green music in tree.
Dive.