Pioneers on the causeway by Tod Robbins

Pioneers on the causeway cast a light before their footsteps.
God’s heels are golden carrots leading the people to an emerald field: Feed them.
My hands are interstates, canals, dams, sewers, street lamps, stairways, and a field.

Green,

Sunlit,

Transferring translucent treasures,

This vision carried the last to the first beam.

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For Tod’s bio and more poetry, go here and here.

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