Kerri Shying R # 67 Fruiting Bodies

Fruiting Bodies

I want to eat the loquats can

see them from the kitchen door

hard and green as olives

in a ketel one yet larger

larger waiting out the ripen

green to pear to sun

yellow this year grows this one

mad tranche

 escapee

destructive 

my umbrella symmetry

trained upon this tree in spurts

afternoons with Eileen

hacksaw-wielding Cosmo laughing

two old goats one young tree

Africa ate the first fruit

the year Kacie was born