Acorn Bullets
Lovely fall day
...sittin’ on the porch
just he and me
..Butterflies in the buddleia
thicker than snot
Hummin’ birds
...flittin’ here and there
Autumn muted sun
...hurricane’s off the coast
but no worry in these foothills
...all is peaceful and tranquil
Wind’s coming harder...
Acorns hittin’ hard on the goathouse’s tin roof
...like machine-gun fire echoin’ in the trees
Darkly...he said 'I gotta move that goat hooch'
...and put his back to the breeze...
© Faye Sizemore 9/15/03
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