Old elm (revised)
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on …
Dusts of snow edge the earth, uneven lines mark sun-warmed pavers. With under-parts protected, statuary gather new relief, dying grasses …
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how …