OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
HERONS STAND
Herons stand on stick legs,
teetering where water lacks
strength to still itself.
Their big wings keep secrets from the wind.
Their eyes are little stones
leading them towards
their slow, even flying.
Somewhere at the end of the world
herons stand shoulder to shoulder,
alone no longer, unquiet.
Their weight tips the end of the world
around its beginning.