Yellowjackets hover over muscadines
split and fermenting in warm summer grass.
I pick and pop a purple orb into my cool
child’s mouth well versed in the rural art
of taking sustenance when and where it is
offered with bounty overflowing.
I bite and break the leather-tough skin tasting
grape essence and spitting seeds that fall to ground
to be eaten by sparrows and dropped from heights to
fertile soil below. There they will grow and twine
ripening in summer seasons hence to enlarge the hearts
of children yet unborn with undeserved abundance.
David Cameron writes poems and stories in Western NC where he lives with his spouse and son. After a career writing to deadline, he is currently on loan to the mountain trails and waterfalls. He has recently been published by The Rural Fiction Magazine, Friends Journal, Floyd County Moonshine, the Avalon Literary Review, and the NC Poetry Society among others.
bluesky: @cambone.bsky.social
