Something old to fondle, Osage
fruits, the stooping
transplants—my brother & I threw 'em
I-275
eastbound oranges, sky chopper traffic

Semis kicked hedge-apples interstate
into fences where the sycamores
slough their skins, the retro-
grade bluegrass
stored in Mason

& the milky planets
Bisquick & Kellogg's variety packs
such green children
sweet blister corn, reentry