OCCUPANT
The sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...

A CRITIC
Pick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...

HISTORIAN
Piles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...

YOU WHO KNOW
I was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...

GRIFFY LAKE
I spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...

WHOSE MOON

What about that bird
crying over there? Didn't it use up
all the hackles on your neck,
didn't your heart jump backwards
three million years? Water
under moonlight makes
sound precise, personal.
You were that moment
walking on the edge of the lake
thinking yourself alone,
not hearing anything
even your own steps.