I think this is the end of my acorn inspirations. But maybe not. We’ll see.
has spent the summer becoming what it is
solid and substantial
well-ripened and experienced
now at a loose end.
Imagine a man, sixty-two years old,
newly retired, sun-mottled skin
hinting at an outdoor occupation
A bald head
under a slightly too-tight cap
pushed up and back
A bit of a stomach, a blue polo shirt
thin legs in khaki shorts
feet in worn sneakers
who has spent his whole life
becoming what he is
And you have an exact likeness
of this acorn.