Faye Sizemore

ACORN BULLETS

Lovely fall day
… sittin’ on the porch
just he and me
… Butterflies in the buddleia
thicker than snot
Humming 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 goat-house’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…