Virginia’s Place

Browning Locust leaves begin to blanket the little lagoon Tendral-stumps ratchet the bank in place

The ticks have gone away and the corn’s tasseling steadily cozies the world

Overgrown chicken coop rubble surrounds the shed, sterilized by desolate decades

The spaceship’s on the dirt behind the six-row

The old Oliver is my favorite friend

Reunion is always occasion and always as I’d left it

Headed-out sneezing honing noble posture