Tea 🍵 💙🎶🌻<p>Tomboy<br>by Tish Davis</p><p>still life:<br>Hunter’s Moon on the skin<br>of a tipi</p><p>The bows, unstrung, are stored in the smallest tent. The men play cards under a tarp—one slaps his leg as he talks about the buck’s crashing descent into the ravine; another adjusts the lamp and now, I’m able to see Father's face. After sorting through the sticks, my brother and the other boys draw circles in the freshly cleared patch of dirt around the fire. I step away from the camp and, in the moonlight, examine the arrowhead that I found. Who was the man who shaped this stone? Did he chew the tendons from the deer’s shank and use that to make his bowstring? Did he fashion his bow case from the skin of a cougar’s tail? Running my finger along the tip of the flint, I wonder if he took his daughter hunting, and if she cried.</p><p>shooting star—<br>a blood trail<br>lost</p><p>Frogpond, 32-3, 2009<br>[Full copyrights held by contributors to Frogpond]</p><p><a href="https://c.im/tags/haibun" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>haibun</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poetry</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/prose" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>prose</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/ShortFormLiterature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ShortFormLiterature</span></a></p>