A short ride in the van, then the eight of us …
David Baker
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, …
1. …
It was midday before we noticed it was morning. …
Small flames afloat in blue duskfall, beneath trees …
Then the breakers turning back to brightness, if the light’s …
Up the dog bounds to the window, baying …
All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon …
Then the storm came. It raked our world with terrible teeth. …
He is tight at first, stiff, stands there atilt …
Where do you suppose …
You want more? You want some more of this shit? …
the season quicker now …
It is to Emerson I have turned now, …
The first of dawn. The silver rain from hours ago …
I aimed to …
What I wanted seemed little enough at the time. …
If things were worse, this cursed rain …
1. THE TRUTH ABOUT SMALL TOWNS …
One dies. …