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

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

Artwork by Isaac Burrola Martinez.