Wife Poem #62 / Dave Childers and The Carpenter Ants!
Last night we listened to
Dave Childers and The Carpenter Ants!
wail it in a deserted conference room
...
STIRRINGS
There is a restlessness to Spring
There is impatience
A pacing of the floor
A tapping of the fingers
A watching of the clock
As days grow long.
...
Devouring Cold Watermelon in This Anonymous River Town
Big, oblong, and mottled green,
flat and faded yellow on the bottom
where they’ve sat in the field...
My stomping grounds was on the west side of town.
Not down by the river but on top of the hill.
My father had a thing about floods and moving every spring...
Horses grazing on a hillside,
parallel-pointing weathervanes,
from this distance motionless
(try to see the hour hand move).
Rusted sculptures, ligh...
