Old Orchard, Hurricane, Utah

The heat and dead 
Branches snagging 
My hair and the apricots 
Hung ripe, unpicked, 
Falling heavy at last 
In the grass. Grapevines 
Winding a tree 
And the green grapes 
Clustered with apricots 
In the heat. The chitter 
Of insects, asparagus 
Going to seed. 
Squish underfoot 
In the shoulder-high grass 
And the grapevine snares.