You pole the flat-bottomed boat, light the lake with a bow lantern, drag the grappling hook on the bottom, raise branches, rocks, skeletons, that which once was
In 1965 we take our positions on sodden fields of grass, the wind is a harbinger of rain, we are bulls in football practice, brute force blocking, passing, running. In 1965 the first marines wade ashore to the Da Nang airfield in Viet Nam, bulls who failed to get traction in the rains and mud.
I am not the person I said I was
ReplyDeleteNot the garden wall
the sentences of English Ivy
and wedgewood teacups.
You came back to gravel roads
and thistle
I love this. "wedgewood teacups..." short and sweet
DeleteYou pole the flat-bottomed boat,
ReplyDeletelight the lake with a bow lantern,
drag the grappling hook on the bottom,
raise branches, rocks, skeletons,
that which once was
In 1965 we take our positions on sodden fields of grass,
ReplyDeletethe wind is a harbinger of rain,
we are bulls in football practice,
brute force blocking, passing, running.
In 1965 the first marines wade ashore
to the Da Nang airfield in Viet Nam,
bulls who failed to get traction
in the rains and mud.
Bus stop, Toledo, 1968
ReplyDeleteRotting asphalt, pottery shards
of sun-cracked glass, lost bricks.
You wash your face in gutter water.
Out here there is no self.