rubes

To the sueded jersey pants I wear
that tumble from my knees on
this lazy summer day,
glory be.

To the smile that stops to visit
from a stranger’s kindly face,
glory be.

To the yellow…

Back from the wooded place
that never did agree
to keep us safe
through any long
or cold, dark night,
we felt our mistake
as heavy as the airless summer
we drove smack into.
The car wa…