Virginia pine and more Virginia pine. Toad chirr at night.
Scribble of the mussel’s path in the shallows.
you thought of the times the place got rowdy,
Five folks elbow to elbow, passing the toilet paper,
The weird dance of odors, postures
I listened to the spiderwort’s purple testimony
and heard the fat rattle present its evidence,
also the subpoenaed catalpa.