Game Preserve or Like so many minivans, homeward

by Trevor Moffa

Stagnant looking despite the central fountain,

the Game Preserve duck pond is the backdrop

upon which timeless moments are exchanged

for stale bread between families and generations

of dependent birds, whole loaves by the slice

for a picture, fortifying the starchy world

of abandoned red-bellied sliders and goldfish

grown wild beneath the filmy divide

separating transients from once instinctual

creatures angel-winged into domestication.

The Game Preserve bison could walk through 

a chain-link fence like it wasn’t there, and they do.

About a decade ago, driven by 

the collapse of a nearby snowdrift,

and about a decade before that, driven

by a stray firework overhead,

they tested, or remembered, our frailty

and took to the park like ducks to water.

So, one bison-length beyond the first, 

there is a second, identical chain-link fence. 

It must be hard to get a good picture.

So many moments lost preparing,

refocusing, restaging, and recapturing 

in search of the right one, lifting the children

onto the railing surrounding the Game 

Preserve duck pond in the hope the right 

moment is a close-up, more faces 

and less friction in the background, 

before settling back to the blacktop

so white with discarded twist-ties and bird shit

it’s like moving through static, like walking on

the first bits of reality regained

after being blinded by a flash

too frequent and too close,

the kind of flash that could drive a bison

past two identical chain-link fences,

past the waterfowl and the sign that reads,

Please do not feed the waterfowl,

and onto the blacktop, thundering,

like so many minivans, homeward.


*The last wild bison in Pennsylvania was shot in 1801. Through the 1920s officials relocated a herd of bison from Montana to Pennsylvania in consideration of protection and amusement.


Trevor Moffa is a poet and former coal miner, park ranger, bookseller, and sandwich artist from Pittsburgh, PA. Trevor helps as a reader for Chestnut Review, and his poems have recently appeared in Nimrod, Sampsonia Way Magazine, Roanoke Review, Chautauqua, and Sleet.

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