Likes
1 Minute Read Time
I like trees that shed: sycamores, aspens. I like the shag
of the Shagbark Hickory. I prefer my river in the River
Birch, my paper in the Paper Birch. And the stag
of a staghorn fern & the lantern of a lanternfly? Yes.
The seeds of my mother’s ashes are thrashed
by brown thrashers. I grieve her swallowtails, also cattails
windblown & self-compatible. I name the Longhorn beetle
a longicorn, not a unicorn, because unicorns bore me.
When I think of Mourning Cloaks & Grand Surprises
I’m catapulted like blue caterpillars that eat only wild
lupine. I loop for them. R.I.P. if the leaves they eat leave.
Read more from Issue 22.1.
