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,

I was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean 
straw of the mow. I remember the way I pushed my weight and  muscle 
against yours, and the mixed feeling of straw, soft as a couch but 
able to scratch, or even to stab.
	
The smell of straw, and barns with the living sounds of animals, 
and heavy cotton clothes, and high-raftered spaces with shadows 
big as a tent were parts of a world familiar to me. I was my 
natural self there, beyond denying.
	
It was a boy's fire that burned in me then, to subdue you. We 
twisted and rolled, and my shoulders clashed with yours. My hands 
got free, and I groped to get hold of the thing in you that made 
your eyes dark. That was what I was wrestling for, maybe, all 
along: your enigma, the part of you that retreated and slid away, 
or when cornered said no no no.

You Know Who