Huck Pie
​Held up by rain
sitting in a tent at tree line,
I read about Jim Harrison eating a bear
who held his paw up at death.
And I fall asleep and dream
of that man handing me a pie.
Huckleberry.
Saying, divide it equally.
Saying, or don’t.
Saying, they are small berries
and we all die alone.
(Published in How You Walk Alone in the Dark, 2023)
