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...
MOON ROAD
Starting out along the beat-up asphalt
of Dutch Church Road, shelving stream alongside,
we argued over the turn on Walker Lane.
The difficult way, potholes, sliding gravel,
that's what we were after.
Little Wolf Drive, Red Hill, Wampler:
names charming us away from ourselves. (Those ways
we lived desperately
with each other).
Where the hillslope edges
the silt flats of White River,
we hit on Moon Road,
the road that finally failed us, narrow clay
giving itself down to the floodplain,
tires slipping, your mouth tight, hands choking
the wheel, so much trouble
backing out.