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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 |
Ernie Sunndwn Shergold, Berry Pouch (all reclaimed materials)
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