New Verse: March 2017

Meta-Foray* at Character’s Corner

March 7, 2017

The basket that she puts before me

Gives off memory of county fairs.

Deep fried things all smell the same no matter where you are.

“What are we drinking?” she inquires.

“An IPA on tap,” I say.

Our beers are named for rivers and for fish.

They taste of Douglas Fir and goodness

And of all the life that comes from forest floors.

“Des Chutes?” she asks.

I pass as one of them,

In cap, and fries with catsup, and a pint to cheer

On such a rainy day.

I listen as the people tell their tales.

*Thanks to Robin Wall Kimmerer for the term.

The Geese

March 2, 2017

Early, just before dawn?

Hard to tell in that deep dense winter sky.

Still winter for this year it stretches on in grey and variations on that theme.

That it was early,

I was certain.

Bare trees’ black, outlines of their leafless selves just visible.

And far beyond them

I heard geese.

Hard to guess if they were heading south or north or anywhere at all.

I saw no shadows—nothing of their shapes.

About Llyn De Danaan

LLyn De Danaan is an anthropologist and author. She writes fiction and nonfiction. Katie Gale: A Coast Salish Woman's Life on Oyster Bay was published by the University of Nebraska Press. She is currently a speaker for Humanities Washington.
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