HERE IS THE PLACE that is most comfortable.
I raised her wrong. There she is on TV. What a pill
I used to be thin like that. She has a pair
she was born. She thinks sheís the height
On My route, the man who lives out east
religiously. Thatís my girl, I say. Isnít she
I e-mailed her today and she wrote me right back.
her father. What love we had. She doesnít remember
when I was not a mother.
|HERE IS THE PLACE I ride. I am a young 29.
I am an engineer.
Not the kind youíre thinking,
With a cigaretteís orange tip
Waiting it out as we sat at the crossing,
Who is on that train? Does it need anyone
to drive it really? The upholstery carving
|HERE IS THE PLACE, a stone table
at a rest stop. It is very hot.
The landscaping is neatness, the trees
I have been here for two hours, the sign
at the stone base of the table. The cold water
have toothpaste. On the sign I wrote the word
The girl who sits in her air conditioned car
she is awake. She reads the sign. She tries to close
The sign is not for her it is for me and the dogs.
|HERE IS THE PLACE you have asked about.
It isnít much but itís home. Hear
the street sweeper? In the early hours of the morning
cheese? Some whiskey? I am not hungry but Iíll
takes him many places. He is so young.
I am not his only one. He is not mine either
is the church of St. Paul. People without homes
In the earliest hours I lie awake. Voices echo
I think about its large greenness and its brushes.