Dear father, please accept

This my own erector set,


A harmless forest set in mud

Nothing here to burst or bud—


But to a rootless child an omen

Of the twisted gates of heaven,


Where the desiccated landscape talks

Of used Thanskgiving husks and stalks,


Its only sense of shrunken self

The pumpkin on the classroom shelf,


A world so utterly misguided

That only coming snow could hide it,


Fields so empty, soil so chracked

Above our stricken housing tract


That only winter's frozen sweep

Could put my tallen woods to sleep.



October 8th, 2008

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December 21st, 2008