Summer holiday

in one summer how many
generations of aphids

chicory blueing the roadside
where a drive-in used to be

and the spindly trees
that stand in for angels

their green blades
for carving up the sun

so much more than we know
grows in a summer

sporangia like eyestalks
seedpods like space ships

and the mountaintop bleeds orange
where coal was stripped out

but we climb with
our mouths open

salsify achenes in a blowball
one by one wobble and break free

a wild grape tendril
proffers an ampersand

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