Black Walnut Fruit

Bold
Black Walnut fruit
Drops around me in the fog
Like heavy arsenal
Imploding.

The looming fruits
Like bombs
Disengage
From payload
Heading
Toward Earth
In a rain
Of terror.

In my best
Re-enactment
Of ‘Saturday Night Fever’
Choreography
Which was thankfully
Done in the dark
With no witnesses

I emerge
From the thick Autumn fog
Unscathed
Thankful
To be
‘Stayin’ Alive’.