• Brianna Bowman King

Poem - "Game Trails"

Game Trails

By Brianna Bowman King

Sign,

stimulating the mind

Broken branches

tufts of fur

a print on top of another,

since the last rainfall

A robin transforms

into a redstart

when the first snow falls

A finch’s preference, and

puzzle-piece mountain ranges

trace our sources

Straight lines

and

right angles,

overfit,

overstimulated,

paralysis

Look

For the line on the hill

follow the well-worn path

Where sheep and caribou and bears

have gone before you

To make it through the alder,

and up the hill,

and over the saddle

To eat another meal

to weather another storm

to produce another offspring

To answer the question

we have all asked ourselves


And find the answer


to be


a circle




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