I'll never forget us
entraining this freight at dusklight
to escape cabbage farms, rusted ... [+]

And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these ... [+]

We head toward the peach orchard,
the one we found midsummer
at the edge of town, past the ... [+]

This morning, before sunrise, I walked
along the road, passing
all the boarded-up buildings ... [+]