The botanist told us

“over by Davis Lumber, between house furnishings and plumbing, there’s a Grecian laurel growing – not much smell, but that’s the one that poets wore.  Now California laurel’s not a laurel  It can drive off bugs or season a sauce, and it really clears your sinus if you take a way deep breath -”

Crushed leaves, the smell

reminds me of Annie – by the Big Sur river

she camped under laurel trees – all one summer

eating brown rice – naked – doing yoga –

her chanting, her way deep breath

Gary Snyder 2004 “danger on peaks”


This post written by Anneliese Agren