Monday, November 24, 2014


Pioneers (a rengay)

gossip beans
pick them before
their mouths open

made from the same stuff
natives, we eat you

winter on New Earth
grob nuts stacked like cannon balls
ammo in a pinch

don't park
under the grob tree

hand in her blouse
when her dad shook the grob tree
the car roof rang

she's stomping
through the cinnagrass
has that look

no breakfast today
out the door without a word

on the way to school
fields of candy flower

we dig the wallie pods
make twenty-foot pickles

the night sky
no man in this moon
no constellations

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