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
breeze-nodding
we dig the wallie pods
make twenty-foot pickles
the night sky
no man in this moon
no constellations
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