"Step away a while, and walk // in silence, slowly, round the parkland lake; / there are bulrushes at water’s edge, their ancient / presences and generations"
"our neighbor declares it black cherry arbitrarily seeded / by a random bird though our two young children insist 'on purpose' / insist 'god' and 'goldfinch' wrought this perfect spot"
In the short stories of Louise Erdrich's 'Python's Kiss,' our expectations are constantly upended—but we always remain in the hands of an expert storyteller.