leather briefcase
I could see his glasses
sat upon lawn
being yanked by
the woman, removing
weeds flowering (that
my daughter would put
in diningroom vase
.
he waited
as on the
Harley
I cruised
the alley .
rise when his salutation
caught me but his return
to his briefcase & his
woman there on the property
as well pulled a long root
above the surface
.
the screen door used
but the sound of a
the night's first
switch that has taken place on
to slap shut in 1959
deadbolt clunking
into this 1989
doorframe made
summer bugs even
fly from the proch
light snapped on
by a miserable plastic
the hall wood painted over & much
too layered to strip
of its protection .
Wisconsin cornfields strangled without water
of that eighteen-wheeler ahead
onto this county trunk
stick in the windless
the broken yellow
for the holy
& gravel shoulders coughing dust in the wake
so the downshift & then faster
as blackbirds' chatter
hum of tires going to
lines as a center
morning ride .
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