foraging the sky for food

17 Oct

three sow bugs lug their loads up a cement wall.
i tilt my head and see a fleet of winnebagos in quiet determination.
it teaches me something.
i’m not sure what,
but algonquin myths feel close.
i know not to hunt today.
i’ll watch the wind play etch-a-sketch with clouds instead
and forget to eat lunch.


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