a prize

chicken of the woods
a huge harvest
pulled in and sitting on kitchen table
a prize
glowing golden orange
remembered/belated detail:
i looked at the bat boxes she says to see how they were made

emory and i sprawled on our backs
on the leafy twiggy floor of fortsythia
looking up through the weave of branches
crossing over us
on top of which, birdie the cat pokes at a nest
while a nearby cardinal
calls and calls out
eating frozen damson plums which look like marbles and are hard and cool in our hands
but behave like sorbet in our mouths
emory points out the hilarity of the sign on the front of the walk-in coolers and freezers
that says:
miami, florida