I fell off my bicycle when I was six,
landing in a pile of abbreviated wireworms
that started crawling up my leg.
Sardonic banana skippers held hands
with black cherry fruit flies, laughing and sharing a joke.
In front of me was the mighty alfalfa blotch leafminer,
a strange neighbor who loves to talk nonsense
while extending all authority in its path.
Apple orchards aren’t places fit for pulling wheelies,
hoping aerial yellowjackets will hold you up
with their broken wings … they try to do their best.
An apple leafhopper wanted to come to my rescue …
he was busy eating peaches, a different diet than usual …
Someday I will go back there, I am just not ready yet.
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