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...
TO TURTLE
The round house and the
snakey eyes, the slow going
always. You are a favorite
for stories: We tell a long one
with you wise, a funny one
with you dumb and honest.
Mostly you're lucky somehow.
It must have started some time ago:
a man with heavy bones
and his nose in the dirt
snuffling up to your still water,
watching you under the sun,
seeing you make your stories
in the water and mud and old logs.