the days, they’re shortest,
skinless, surrounding the house,
drift wood barricade.
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after work, freezing
under january’s chisel,
my tracks and walnuts
planted for the squirrel
that haunts the bird feeder
cul-du-sac
among fences and heaped mortgages,
we hinder ourselves, immaterial borrowers,
siphoning bandwidth, riding orange lawn tractors,
nursing craft beers and distant smiles, shaking
here it rips in us, the close edge of commerce,
feeding desires and sleepy goals, paycheck to paycheck,
stringing us to emerge blue and above subsistence,
a fat suburban moon, removed and successful.
on new year’s day
153 miles uncoil, thick
and shunted, heaved between
the first cup of wake-up
and the salvaged green door
fitted to the farm house
it’s cold here
it’s cold there
nothing changes,
the endless flat sky,
mill of suns and
thinning mercury,
seeds counted until spring
and planting plans,
to plow and sow,
to buy a hog
and the shadow of the barn,
solid as night
and just as punctured,
pushes it all down
inert, i spent the day
watching cars, like leaves
quick and skimming between lanes,
driven by autumn
poem at the beginning
a hundred geese lift
off and slice the morning
southward. leaves fall.
a grey flurry in the half-sun.