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...

10/11

creeping naked around a church
late at night, risking discovery

my house under assault, violent
strangers hiding in the shed

a moment when I crouch behind
my car, seeing in the woods
across the road a movement which
flickers through the low shrubs
then takes shape as a large
animal

a horse, a white horse which
steps out on the road unaware of
me and trots north, leaving woods
and all behind