Niagara Roadside by David Barrick

We carve a hollow in the afternoon:
hornets float and so does the sun.
A basket filling with nectarines,
fruit twisted from gray branches.
Our blankets fall, twin avalanches
in the blue grass behind the trees.
Our stories match the night, wander on—
paper hives rising in place of the moon.

— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 2