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STURGEON MOON



Sturgeon Moon

laundry out to dry
then in
summer rain

the whole valley heard about
the ruckus in the henhouse

bear scat loaded with saskatoons
by Wolverine Creek
I’m not afraid

my cabin among laurel
deep in the forest

sturgeon moon
my father wakes
in his recliner

alder leaves drying in shade
on the hot beach

my lunch an overripe peach
I take two plums
from a basket

they were so sweet
and so cold

from Whisk

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