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96 pages, Paperback
Published September 1, 2022
A Few Things in Their PlacesI love the surety of purpose in this poem, the satisfaction of a few things in their rightful place, doing the important but subtle work of holding down a lid, a roof, a prairie, and the lingering mystery of an abandoned school and whatever happened in the yard that only the teeter-totter still remembers.
A brick on the lid of a beehive, five tires
weighing down the tarpaper roof on a shed,
close to a hundred round thousand-pound bales
holding the prairie flat all the way out
to its edge and, next to an abandoned school,
a teeter-totter pressing the tip of a finger
on something that once happened there.
A Sudden Storm
We nosed our house into a carwash of rain,
and immediately a peal of thunder jerked us
forward, and all of the lights went off and on
and off again, and a blinding downpour
rushed out of a rack of slowly rolling clouds
just as the rotary brush of our spirea bush
began to slap at the window, passing by,
then passing again, still slapping. Wed paid
with a few minutes of our day for the Deluxe
but were given an upgrade to the Ultimate,
including an underbody wash—for the cellar
got wet-and we also were entitled to a free
clear-body finish, with a glittering beading
of hail. Then, suddenly, all of the roaring
stopped, and the lights came on again,
and we could see the sun far out ahead,
and after a pause, as if taking a deep breath,
the blowers came on and we were rolled out
dripping a little, into the rest of the day.