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