THE POET AND THE BEAR

THE POET AND THE BEAR

~for Karin, because I couldn’t go to her reading,

having instead a commitment to go learn about bears.

 

She emerges from the cleft between stones.

She is ragged and lean.

She smells hungry, like earth.

Her cubs clamor to be fed.

She digs beechnuts,

jack-in-the-pulpit bulbs,

things buried in bark.

She picks larvae from ruined hives.

 

The sun grows to warm her back.

Blossoms turn to berries around her.

Above her, music drops like petals from the sky.

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