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