in reaching hands

rummaging one by one through flats of
young collards and broccoli, toothpic in hand seraching
for aphids in the slowly warming greenhouse
_______
all star cut! mark calls out after i
zoom diagonally into the endzone
to catch the red disc in reaching hands
_______
the red cheeks on em and baigz’s faces
upon their return from the first night of
kid’s bow hunting (turkey) season –
a chocolate bar in their pockets to stave
off the hunger, belated dinner awaits cooling on
the back porch
_______
mica noticing the white sandhill building
as seen from far off on the highway
(view made possible by not-yet-leafed-out trees/branches)
not sure which building but i guess hoophouse
_______

rhythmic on/off click of hazards
(just in case i joke/explain)
in truck cab where i wait while em and mica
investigate the white shapes
of a deer skeleton off the gravel road
_______
written-on popsicle sticks
facedown in the middle of the kitchen table
while we each hold hands of fourteen cards
hoping for twos and jokers
as stan teaches us to play sticks

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