Found

The night is brisk, our breath freezing in front of us as we walk the meadow path. The dark trees rise up like mountains at the edge of our property. When May was a child, she thought the trees were a wilderness. She could walk forever in there and not see anything. It was only later that she found the road and later still that she crossed over and went down the path on the other side that lead to the industrial park and then over the Veteran’s Park and to 95 where the traffic was constant. It only took fifteen minutes to walk through the woods and come up to Parsons and then only five minutes to walk to the overpass where the cars never stopped. By then, she says, I couldn’t get lost in those woods to save my life and I don’t even think about going in there these days because of the teenagers. Me and her just stay on the meadow path. If I listen, she says, I can hear 95. Now I can hear the helicopter tours all day, too. And then there’s someone always running a lawn-mower or leaf-blower or jackhammer or compressor or a siren wailing nearby. There’s not a stitch of silence. Off to the south, we can see the lights from town. There’s a bridge that has a blinking red light and the radio tower at WERH that has two flashing white lights. Just to the left of the tower is a little house that used to belong to May’s aunt, a feisty little woman who refused to sell her property when they put in the station and the tower and the mini-strip mall that never seems to keep any store longer than a few months. May says that the radio tower made her aunt sick. The last time she saw her, they were taking her out on a stretcher. May’s mother was holding her aunt’s hand. She says she can’t remember any sound from that night. The ambulance lights were flashing, but there was no sound. She says it has something to do with the radio tower, but I don’t know what to say to that.

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Three

sky
One

The door
the door
empty now
gone birds
gone spring
gone sun
now just cloud
now just white
gone white
gone bird
gone song
light gone
singing gone
gone entrance
gone morning
gone morning
chatter
gone bird
gone snow
gone over
me
gone me
gone thought
last glimpse
gone bird
what is gone
gone me
gone bird
long gone
gone before
open gone
land land
sea sea.

Two

Big hair
cigar tooth
boarded up
garbage pile
kitchen light
split door
old perfume
feathers in
the corner
dish soap on
the wall
licorice smile
time warp
still moving
I’ll try
one
more
day

Three

An opening
slowly closing
last night
a totem rising through
frost
enough jokes, please
love is service
I am a worthy
neighbor carrying
you home, a slice
through your heel,
hands flat as skillets,
striking
the snow
one foot
then,
the other