EARLY MORNINGS
It was country so flat...

MOON ROAD
Starting out along the beat-up asphalt...

BUSRIDE
We are rolling. Snow and stubble...

GOING HOME LATE
It's late and the clock downtown...

YOU KNOW
You know who...

LATE OCTOBER
I am rain-tranced, fed with sleep....

URIA BYLER'S ELEGY FOR PALMER LEHMAN
Palmer Lehman has been gone for quite a few years....

A GAME
Well worn, stinking...

FOOT-WASHING
. . . having loved his own which were in the world...

EAST ON 46
Fog spiders out its net...

MEMORIAL DAY: DIGGING THE GARDEN
Just less than spade deep...

R.T.
went out of...

ON THE ISLAND
This guy drinks a lot and rides his legs...

THOSE COWS: THEIR DOUBLE LIFE
They come ambling around the shagbark stand...

HERBAL
Call it Cleavers, Jupiter's Nut...

BUZZARD
Ten turns above the woods...

FLYING WITH THE CROWS
Enter March. Wind scants...

HERONS STAND
Herons stand on stick legs...

CONFUSION
Those horses have necks...

TO TURTLE
The round house and the...

MY ANCESTORS
My ancestors abound within me...

ATLEE MULLET'S EXPERIENCE
I too had an experience ...

THE TEMPTATION
The tree was hollow and I...

TEETH
Blank white. My coat is full of wind....

WHOSE MOON
What about that bird...

A NEW WORLD
Waking up, I see it's all different....

FLAT LAND
At the edge of the world, the sun burns....

GNAW
I may have made a mistake here...

Dear Eric,

Dusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowballs, 
showing each other the moves of chess . . . I had a two-year jump 
on you in everything. Much later, after I was filled with the Spirit 
and began to testify, we had less to teach each other. I was 
swallowed up in marvels and taken on the edge of glory.
	
I think of us that time we went out in your father's car . . . 
raising high trails of dust; we battered the back roads, arguing 
miracles of the Holy Ghost. You would not learn from my quick belief.
	
O, Eric, I had a high, pure falling when the Spirit left me and 
I felt mortally fooled. What to do now that two years running 
after God was dust and ashes? Waiting for a revelation, I 
studied rope--smiling, remembering (years and years ago) 
our hands racing towards some slender knot . . . sheepshank, 
halfhitches, hangman's noose. I thought how a taut line points 
towards God.
					
Danny