We cook corn over the mountains–
smoke billows from grill
to everlasting wildness.
I take a pan and season plants
with what is deemed appropriate:
water, oil, roots. We brought
the shovel to dig
a feast deep enough for us.
(originally published in Fleas on the Dog, Spring 2020)
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