Osage Orange

O' sage orange

Your wrinkled green orb

Stores the wisdom of summer days

Of moving wind

Soaking sun and rain

Swelling to great heights

Fall arrives

Your tiny umbilical cord 

Bears great weight

Textured, bulging cerebrum

A strong wind

Crack!

You're off

Gravity pulls

For three brief seconds, a lifetime

You fly

Now ants stroll down your twisting, verdant pathways

Spreading your stories and seeds

-Vanessa Sorensen