Fragile Habitats
That first picnic atop Mount Wells
with the silver survival
blanket and flask
steaming with tea and wild flowers bursting
yellow, cerise and indigo deep
in sedge grass, you said
“it takes seven years for Camas to grow
back if trampled,” and
cautiously skirted the ruptures of colour
while I wondered how many
years to recover
if we tread too carelessly
~~~~~~~~
For Carol Brown's 'Picnic Time' contest
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