Lichen

What I remember about the lichen

were its inevitable invasions.

It would cover Taco Bell franchises

if you didn’t respect it and kill it.

Dogwood blossoms were different, I think.

In April, in Georgia, I could smell them

while looking up to the sky, calling

any scramble of stars Sagittarius.

From April came May and then other months

that also demonstrated my general facility

with the Gregorian calendar. By October,

I was puking all the cow grass I ate.

Lichen is a perfect combination

of algae and fungus, whereas we were

the perfect combination of liver

and peaches. We sure were a freezerful.