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 Read More Below and Visit Linda Russo's Website: https://backyardapothecary.wordpress.com 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 Visit Linda Russo's Website: https://backyardapothecary.wordpress.com
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Jana Argersinger
2/3/2016 04:49:27 pm
Luminous and beautiful, Linda--inspires me to want the walk myself. The push and pull is, wait until the warm and tender spring or/and sample your cold, dry summer plums now, myself.
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