We walked through pines
and mountain ash, she said,
come smell the wild roses,
we could pick rosehips,
we could make rosehip tea.

with a baby at her hips,
she gathered pink petals,
pollen on her fingers,
she bowed his head
and let him breathe
the wild roses

Everything is so new to your eyes

men had just returned
from hunting, laid out an elk,
its honey sank into the ground,
its heart dripped purple
black in the sun
I’m going to eat this and be filled
with the sap of the sun

when she tasted the heart
she was tea-light, transparent,
her baby fed from wild roses