Patricia Clark (learn more about her work here) recently completed a residency here at Centrum. She has generously agreed to allow us to reprint a couple of stanzas from one of her recently completed poems, which describe this area in springtime beautifully.

…
When the battleship gray clouds match walls
someone better go out, go dance and forget.
There are maps in the car, sand on the floor.
There’s a coastline eroding with the tide, so go.
…
Outside, the birds crank up cries like jazz.
Outside, the four suds buildings make a square.
Where the bay glints pewter and takes no prisoner.