Flashback Poem by Ken Sebastian

back of the lumberyard
where I sort through
pressure-treat two by six
looking for the right boards
a frosty Grass Valley morning
Fleetwood Mac
comes on the high speakers
and I'm transported
to my gremmie-surfer days
Encinitas
thirty years ago
just by the chorus line in Rhiannon-
the young guy in gloves
helping me load lumber
has no idea what's going through my head
writes the tag
where I stand speechless