Shelter
We wove hip-high field grass
into tunnels
knotting the tops
of bunched handfuls the drooping
heads tied together.
My seven siblings and I
sheltered ourselves
inside these labyrinths
in a galaxy of grasses.
into tunnels
knotting the tops
of bunched handfuls the drooping
heads tied together.
My seven siblings and I
sheltered ourselves
inside these labyrinths
in a galaxy of grasses.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2020 by Heather Cahoon, “Shelter” from Horsefly Dress (University of Arizona Press, 2020.) Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.