A poem by Amber Shehan
Harvesting Goldenrod
While my hand was draped in gold
and my whole self consumed with the scent of Solidago,
he attacked in the gloaming, in the tall grasses.
I snapped another stem between my fingers
until his golden dagger flashed and white light fire flared –
the bobbing flowerheads cloaked him well.
Staggering, I clutched my hand in hand to heart,
I called to the swooping bats and sparrows. Here! Find your dinner!
Follow the trail of triumphant buzzing.
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