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...

LISTENING TO THE DEAD

you have it all your way
in your world
and we have it the same 
in ours

we think there are others
who have it both ways
all the laws of physics
in disbodied flight
take off from underground

they are covert
among us like sheep
with sheep

we wonder
do you know them
when they come to you

and if you
could learn their flight and laws
staying in the loved body
and going out
we

could live the third life together
the covert one
with openings
everywhere