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...
EARLY MORNINGS
It was country so flat
you could roll a marble from Middlebury to Millersburg
they said. Sometimes
I woke in the dark hearing Dad holler
through cupped hands at the cows
like two or three honks on a horn,
cows' creamy voices answering back.
I was 17 and couldn't stay asleep
and couldn't get out of bed.
I kissed my fingers, remembering her father's couch,
our dense tumbling.
My Dad and the cows did their singing,
a gift for the sun's risings,
and I was lazy,
lazy and full of passion.