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...

CONFUSION

Those horses have necks
thick as my chest. They stoop, 
scooping snow, and lower their lips
to their shadows. Beyond them,
just where they aren't looking,
there's a rail down and hoofprints twine
across the wider field. Did they
make the tracks
or did some other?