Brimson, MN

 
Envelopes by Terri Wentzka

Brimson, MN Poem by Amy Rea

The plover starts and
stops 
looks for
food
and nest and
when still, you
can’t see it—
the bird
blends back into
the world
around it,
disappears,
sorting itself
into
its allotted
space.

Charadrius Melodus,
once you were
plentiful,
swarming sands at
Lake Superior.
Until each
migration
your chirps, 
bell-like,
piping,
sounded, brightly,
background to
the world
transpiring
around you.

Like the CCC
camps
near Brimson
bringing jobs and
roads
buildings
then
defunded
and gone.

Decades ago your
feathers
were prized,
plumes delivered
for hats
of proper ladies. That
was only
the start. Now
your numbers thin.
When
you are
threatened,
your piping
tone
breaks.

Like Brimson’s
people
you don’t give
up.
There is
still
a world for
you,
a nest to
contain
four eggs until
they hatch

and they 
too 
run, 
starting and
stopping 
and
following
their routes.

Brimson, MN

Adopted Post Office City or Postal Topic: 
Brimson, MN and endangerment
Briefly describe why you chose this theme to represent the USPS: 
Artist Terri Wentzka, who is submitting an envelope, and I developed this idea together. We looked at the piping plover, a bird which is endangered around Lake Superior, and chose a post office not far from the North Shore that is at risk. The poem uses a rhythm that emulates both the start/stop motion of a mail truck as well as the motion the piping plover uses when seeking food. The poem could serve as a letter that fits in the envelope.
Author: 
amycrea
First Name: 
Amy
Last name: 
Rea