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Saskatoon Berries
Jaime Speed


My backyard is brimming
with buffalo bones it turns out
beneath the parking lots they’ve been
unearthing calcified heartbeats
 
Fire-cracked arrows directing
traffic we divert our attention like the vast
plains its red dripping sweet
of the fruit we took our name from
 
Phantom scents on breezeless days
they’re still burning the fields
to ash over bone bed
 
Somewhere whispers the river
a restless unburying is waiting
 
Somewhere someone is punctuating this
rewritten history
 
Discovering railway ancestors we trade
sleep for swing sets while the prairies run
their salt wounds in straightened lines
 
Boots trudge toward doors
of shopping centers & the bus wheezes
its chuff of cargo trampling across
the pavement underneath thunder
has started sprouting up
              in cleaves spreading
herds of double-winged seeds
​              like echoes in the wind
Picture
Ernie Sunndwn Shergold, Berry Pouch (all reclaimed materials)
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