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Lisa marie Oliver

Squash Blossoms

                                 after wildfire season, 2020
 
My toddler says look at the little fires— 
 
squash blossoms in the garden
 
                        little fires in dugout canoe boats
 
lined one by one, sea-waving
 
little fires going off
 
                      squash blossoms pinning my clavicle
 
a pollen-pressed ribcage
 
little fires, loamy mounds
 
                       squash blossoms hand-in-hand
                       
stuck between smoke stacks
 
squash blossoms eating breath
 
                       like little fires, so many owies.

S. Erin Batiste
Lisa Marie Oliver lives and writes in Portland, Oregon. Her poems have recently appeared in Book of Matches, Rogue Agent, and Sweet Tree Review. 
Art: Public Domain
  
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