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...
EAST ON 46
Fog spiders out its net
along the road. My car
groans and cackles to itself.
Columbus. I'm headed towards
Columbus. Roadbanks, ditches, weeds
just like last year. Crows gather
where they did before, on a bend
with the same sweep as the last one.
Beyond will be
a red house and tall pine
with some familiar figure standing
where something did
or will take place.