Summary Summer Bouquet
The sun holds our steps in brightness,
as dragonfly snatches mosquitos
under our chins,
Hy up, Athena!
To the creek!
where we gather wild lobelia,
and strange brown starflowers,
Bottlebrush that smells like Chanel
wild parsley and watermelonberry,
few walk the overgrown path;
but we find a few straggling bluebell,
along with the rare succulent buttercups,
always calling out to the new young
blackbear, whose duff I saw in spring,
and now tips over my burn barrel,
down into the sun we go...
down the path to the creek,
studded with monkshood
pyrola and now, narcissus...
drawing us along, a potent desire
to see the shallowed water, gleaming-
we draw to the water's edge,
aha, I must get those strange blooms
by the shore...
we hear a cry like a shrill woman-
it's a kingfisher on a leaning tree-
I look under me feet,
discover the perfect bones of fish,
the entire skeleton stripped of flesh,
but not broken, not one tiny bone....
an entire anatomically correct study
of fishes bones.
We are at the bear's fishing site,
and the Kingfisher,
who I've never known to cry,
saved us from certain death.
As I've always suspected,
the earth and people
If only we will