Poetry
Autumn 1986
Late Fall Night
Alone on our porch swing, I hear the FutureFarmers gun their pickups around the square,squealing tires, blaring horns, bleatingtrucker love in quadrophonic, neolithicstereo. The chilly midnight air smellsfaintly of packing […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
Father and Son Project 22: Model Airplane Building
Plastic ailerons, struts, antennaesprawl about, fragile as hummingbird bones.Boldface warns: To avoid damage, tweezersare required in handling the smaller parts.We break four pieces in Assemblage A,squirt an ounce of glue […]