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B1 THE ASTORIAN • SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 2019 CONTACT US FOLLOW US facebook.com/ DailyAstorian Jonathan Williams editor@coastweekend.com POETRY OF PLACE: AS LIGHT EMERGES THE ASTORIAN • SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 2019 • B1 POEMS AND PHOTOGRAPHS OF PLACE AND BEAUTY Photos and poems by AARON BRENIMAN For The Astorian PILINGS OF YESTERDAY eroding slowly, pilings long abandoned weathered, storm storied the heavens shine, yesterday remembered more than remnants, stories held tight-lipped light sneaking to start the day sun’s rays silhouetting ships waiting lighting a new day, again COMMON NAMES Strawberry Moon, as wild ones begin to ripen Summer Solstice near, warmer temperatures teasingly signal summer’s pending arrival Tourism spikes, economy booms baristas and bartenders bustle Common names, confusion causing they say one, this one another Morning glory, bindweed, moonfl ower strawberry, mead, rose moons Who can know for certain FROM ABOVE sprawling, sloped, extending North, bridge to beyond imagined times of yesteryear. destruction and devastation loss unimaginable resiliency built upon each rebuild foundation strengthened clearly, skies roll in high, the clouds truly, we cannot imagine MORNING RUN Along the tracks, overgrown WOODEN WEATHERED WORDS for decades, they walked these docks born worlds away, lured toward work worn by labor’s hold slowly they strolled deeply there, present clear in duty, role and purpose while we wonder today Along the tracks, ready Aaron Breniman is a freelance writer and wilderness skills instructor based near Mt. Hood. He is currently working on a col- lection of poems and short stories. When he’s not reading, writ- ing or teaching outdoor safety skills, you’ll fi nd him seeking dew- drenched sunrise bites, shockingly explosive sunsets and quiet, slow days of rest and refl ection. Visit his website: aaronbreniman.com A stroll of blessing, spreading kind words along the way For many, before day’s beginning skies threatening, Yet welcoming the day, through dissipation’s movement Strangers greeted, community woven who is thy neighbor?
