Rod Tulloss

Under the maples beside the house
is moss, and
the child cuts roads through it
with a rough stick.
The paint is chipped on his metal cars.
There is little yellow left
on the long Lincoln. The
child has a jar of cicada hulls.
The child has an insect zoo in jars. He
feeds them linden leaves and
grass. And by the porch foundations
he says, "I am not your brother.
I was born on Mars." And
he loves the glint of mica in
the cool stones.

for E.S.D. Hutchins


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