-Transfusion-

In the country, upstate near

Cooperstown and

The Baseball Hall of Fame

Where farms and would-

Be farms dot with dirts and grasses

Here and there

Along the wind of near-lost

Roads to apprehensive beginners

Where snow

Falls unquestioned in October

And shovels are pressed to

An early sense of duty 

Upstate

Where animals seem

To posses a curious sense of humor

Waiting until such time

As it becomes clear

That man might want to gather something simple

Like felled acorns

He intends to germinate.

But it’s the critters

Who carry them

From the earth at the trunks of the trees

Under Moonlight as man sleeps

Under Sunlight when

Man is busy within his own

Occupations,— inside where plants

Are transported and man is

Inattentive to acorns

That deep, that upstate, that remote

Dot of space

Where a man might stand

Against the dry

Tide of war for the acorn
This small

Tale is told.