Treasure Island

Roberta Hill Whiteman

(1947 / Oneida Nation of Wisconsin)

Morning Talk


"Hi, guy," said I to a robin
perched on a pole in the middle
of the garden. Pink and yellow
firecracker zinnias, rough green
leaves of broccoli,
and deep red tomatoes on dying stems
frame his still presence.

"I've heard you're not
THE REAL ROBIN. Bird watchers have
agreed," I said."THE REAL ROBIN
lives in England. They claim
your are misnamed and that we ought
to call you ‘a red-breasted thrush'
because you are
indigenous."

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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