Oculus Habent's Journal: Writing: Vines

Dazzling droplets
Filled with stolen sunlight
Fall like atom bombs
On broad grape leaves
Outstretched and yellowing in the autumn afternoon.

Perfect projectiles
Splash miniature mushroom clouds
Frightening in their reproduction
Brilliant in their grace
On the thick, veiny leaves.

Gnarled vines
Twist and weave through the canopy above me
Wild grow the grapes, here.

These are my grandfather's grapes.