A Child

It fell from the tree.
Fell in my mouth.
I chewed it; it was a dry leaf.

I rested by the sprinkler head.
It fell on my arm,
was a mossy limb,

circulated bugs.
It was a cloudy stream
with rock parts. Sweet tea

and bourbon jar.
Sleeping off. Sun’s far
but the shade tree

but the light’s much.
Strong
above the tree.