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...
Dear Eric,
I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless
sleep I dream of you. I want to meet you somewhere soon.
I still have the same black suit and halfwild white beard
you've seen in that brown old photograph on the guest room dresser.
I was buried in that stiff suit. What clothes do you wear?
Are they thick and plain? Walking behind my plow, I keep my eye
on my neighbor's land. Where do you plow?
I have one fear: that we will meet and fall into enmity.
But I have this fever to speak with you, and so I ask you:
where can we meet?
Samuel Rensberger
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