THE MUSEYou owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...
CASUAL FRIENDSend lies to the people listed below....
THE AWARDS COMMITTEEThis is to notify you that--but what's the use?...
THE WISEThe world could fall to pieces with no notice....
UNCLE ALA chicken is a touchy creature....
THE OTHERSHere where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...
DANNYDusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...
SAMUEL RENSBERGER I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...
OLD NEIGHBOREast across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...
THE WORM COUNCILWe call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...
THE HERONI flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...
WITNESSI saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...
Dear Eric,
I flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house. The grass
there is long like my neck and high as my legs, and I could speak
my own language which is silence. Shaking poems from beak
and feathers, I walked in and out amongst the cattle, bird
with beasts.
And when you came walking, eyes just ahead of your feet, looking
for something it seemed, I turned my head with a warning, watching
you come through the grass. In midstep you saw me, seized by my look.
You could not have borne me, closer. I lifted my wide white wings
and broke into the air. No sorrow or silence of yours will bring
me back.
The Heron
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