wind tosses reddening sumac, stirs the pale green milkweed pods — fat, & pointed at both ends like fish bladders, like grapefruit pulp, but large as giants’ thumbs & stubbled, like scrotums vesicles of ripening germ — as days pass they darken dry, & split open, spill & spread their bounty porcelain-white fluff, each tuft bound to a small brown seed that wind, or barring wind, bumptious I scatter across my yard to sprout in spring leaf in summer, proffer monarchs a daily spread