It happened at an intersection
in the middle of almost nowhere,
at the edge between the green
tamaracks and the wide open
above the flowering of muskeg…
At his shack, three days later,
a slow stream dissects the clearing,
a doe nudges her fawn to drink,
pale etchings of bear claws
weather the garage door closed,
a buck-horn helmet protrudes
under moss laden eaves,
a calcium cradle of spring-
robins’ detritus, broken
now above a bustle
of Black-Eyed Susan’s,
a limp dog chain draped
over an empty kennel,
a hanging thistle feeder a half-
day from empty,
and a flurry of birds,
Golden-crowned Kinglets,
skyward.
A graduate of Grinnell College, Grinnell, IA, John Fritzell is a Wisconsin-based poet whose work has appeared in Gray’s Sporting Journal and Canoe & Kayak Magazine among others; although he strives for diversity in his poems’ themes, he keeps returning to the natural world.
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