OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
GNAW
I may have made a mistake here,
drifting into this area of sky high trees.
Way up above, a giant hawk tangles
with a cloud. The cloud loses,
struck to earth. Half a day ago
I left my homey clearing.
The farther I go, the stranger it is--
just now a mouse like a bear
made a flurry in the brush.
The trees get bigger and bigger,
the air clearer and more desperate for my lungs.
Out of nervousness, I stop to chew
on the roots of a tree to large
to walk around.