Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Country

I now understand why people call the country, "the country"
It is like a whole other universe, with tractors
man made, mini bridges, almost too unsteady to even hold a person,
people who go into town to the diner on wheels,
and others who stay home and tend to their wheelbarrows.

Thursday, December 3, 2009


There are actually seasons on the east coast,
Morning dew covers the leaves
The fire station is in town
and the pretty shingled houses look untouched
while ladies sit inside, having some afternoon coffee.