greeted home by horns

swollen missouri river’s
risen waters
(chocolatey and churning)
to my right as we
railroad along
surrounded by dense green
lushness reserved for
post-apocolypse scenes where
plants have taken over
unidentifiable and vining
_______

smell of cucumbers in the hands of
a girl named jillian whose
going into 5th grade
and is headed to chicago seated
next to me
_______

mica and i wiping the inside of
the windshield while windshield wipers wipe
and she discusses draft horses
crickets foot and
inspection reports
_______

instability i say shifting
while i restate the case
for alone-ness
_______

greeted home by horns and
missing-worthy news typed
on the front page of the newest
off-the-press sandhill mini
tucked into the popcorn cake
center-hole left by the bundt pan
_______

emory and i laughing our
stupid faces off while the
photobooth camera clicks
and clicks away
preserving images of our
funhouse faces
_______

sprtiz of vinegar lavender concoction
to clear away the film of
mold that has grown
in my absence
despite fan and open window
_______
two 5 gallon buckets of
yellowed cucumbers hauled up
the road for seed-save scraping

_______

upwards of six rainbows sighted
report from the desert mountain
monsoon lands lying south
and west of here
_______
the screetch/scratch/pitch of
katydids, cicadas, frogs, grasshoppers
the pulsing of northeast missouri summer night
sound

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