ADMITTED IN A PATCH OF REWILDED PRAIRIE

(In the Magic Plum Grove Tunnel)
[written for Palouse Walk @ PCEI]

wild plums & many birds plus
one cottontail to center
& make large
where green
foliage & a few small
dry summer plums still
hung where many more

lay where
they fell

I picked
one up
I ate
& spit
the pip

our California quail
line along a fallen log      small leaps
bubbly chirps
their short legs that scissor when
with grace of small bones
they covy & bevy & clamber
at the edge of the trail

where

larger creatures can’t pass
they withdraw

kneel & uncoil under sky canopy

shake plum
tree branch
fall late
summer plum

roll
repose of ever
in remnant prairie

the one
where you know
all the birds

*

If you write the poem you know (or knew) all the birds by name

*

someone beyond the skirt of plums says I don’t want to play that macho game anymore

admitted
in a patch
of rewilded
prairie