spring



spring


when my moccasins hit the earth you feel it

my hearts gleaming


sounds of the sun that

only my grandpa hears

is keeping


the climate at bay

i’m a tangerine and the disappearing bees

keep coming after me

buzz, sing, air electri-flying


but when my moccasins hit the earth they feel it

my riverveins reach the sun sets

sights on a future

that the youth dream

and where our elders foresee

spring


Anpo Jensen

 

Anpo Jensen is a masters student at Stanford’s Environmental and Civil Engineering Program.


Artwork by Isaac Burrola Martinez.