This land has been abandoned,
plowed once more
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On I-75 someplace flat
            between
Miami and Tampa
 
(the alligators snake through swampgrass
the fields wheat or water
the highway might collapse&consume me)
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This car is a sea-scrap shell—I’m a hermit crab
growing monstrous in an artificial womb.
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The storm broke up
between
Cuba and Miami            when it hit
Hollywood      scattered splotches
foaming skies                  on I-95
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wife before mother (mine)
They had the same name.
What are the odds?
Of him leaving her, Continue reading →

Her gravestone is never too dirty to be new.
            It isn’t, though. New, an ancestor
But ancestor is for the long passed. Continue reading →

In the Shenandoah Valley,
I-81’s long stretch of midnight,
there’s a metropolis of a truck stop,
a megaplex for tractor trailers
to rest like dragons on their loot
while drivers crowd into the diner
for the late night buffet. Continue reading →

When I was three, filled with the exuberance of childhood,

I ran down a dirt road in the cloud of innocence and fell. Continue reading →

What’s Missouri but
A big endless white
Cast of clouds above my head? Continue reading →

unplowed

fields,

a corpse

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