(for Callen)
I. the Roll-Over Accident
Driving down the shadows
of roads with sacroscant
children in tow the guy
inside the car—like a boat—
and who drives it, swerved
to avoid. Like a bird sliding
through a landing on ice.
II. Captain's Evening
Whose throbbing fan is
in the neighbour's window
leaning out to lend a languid
hand into the evening's musk
tonight. And whose cooled-down
feast of vitality-inducing stuffs
laid out. The thing was
conscious of us; catered
to our every human lust
And whose darkened later-
evening holds in as much
as helium bulbs in rust.
III the Flooded Iowa
Upon the hill, in house,
or on the side upon a lawn
the empty space inside devoid
of walls contained the bouncing-round
of rubber balls. The overwhelming pock-
ing sound. The roads all down the side
would slide into the waiting sound of
flood water.
