We were on
the Taconic Parkway

going south
through where Bard is

or not that far
not even

to Poughkeepsie
where Vassar is

not to where
it got wider

going through
the nettles

grasses and beech
the something

killing pine
for 45 minutes

then only 20 more
miles past

the cheap house
on pretty hills

blue mountains

the slicing road.
In Dutchess county

I considered my life.

was impossible!

bent away
from the worm.

Law traveled
through gorges,

the ravines.
All wealth

but into which

pocket? Two cabins
around a stump

trying for a
moral vocabulary.

An equivalent
of mind

emptied by apple
picking, plot.

It was good
in the dirt

though we didn’t

the dirt.
There was

a hawk
up there.

A woman
in a truck

just heroic.
There’s some turtle

in the road. Birds
fat birds.

Years aloft
in the mirage.

A denser richer
inside or

a tangled
dark bush.

Froth, then pro

Downfall to own
and to not

said the traveler
from the edge

of the country.
Perfectly watchful,

a little bitchy.
His porch

where history dies
in a mouth

won’t produce
a singing people.

One situation arrived.
An asbestos barn

arrived, tender

A black painted
awning, this injury

somehow related
to college.

Ability was bringing
these types

together and put
ting death

at the bottom.
Or walking through

one of those hanging
bead walls.

A million tattered
ripped chairs.

A sad face
and a smiley face.

Apprentices instructing
each other

in mimesis.
The visible being

one element
of its sentence,

nature planted
root vegetables

performed life
from memory.

Fed our molecules
to the vault

then history took
that mixture.

I wrote to you
from the common

crawling up
to an income.

You replied
that technique

plenty, caught

the taxi
as it disappeared

from language.
And this collectible

from the former

and that toddler

arranged fetchingly
around the drip

I’m really

passing through.

Of by itself—
A drying rack.

A canoe no a kayak.
Jutting away toward

the house
in Dutchess county

I heard
your cough

from the outside

a task