Far Harbor

  1. To become lost amid underperforming texts
  2. the stranger won’t answer. By which time
  3. it was nosebleed territory anyway. The geese
  4. had put away their young, then fled; all that remained
  5. to be determined was local angst, over who cares what
  6. by sitters in a landscape. I say: how is this remote?
  7. Yellow wine will rinse it away, and how many of us
  8. are there? Is it my imagination or must one foregather
  9. to bring stuff in?
  10.                                      Long before that, the tocsin
  11. had sounded in the autumn dell. Toxins were released.
  12. One’s by-now crystallized antipathy to daring new
  13. solutions swamped local perennial borders.
  14. Because at least getting too serious had reputable
  15. antecedents. Being in the way didn’t matter,
  16. nor should it, yet who knows what embarrassment can leak
  17. this way, foreground moony entertainments? Just a clench
  18. suffices when their guard is up. The horse pilots,
  19. sleeping rough in their thousands,
  20. announced commodious outcomes contradicting too-prompt
  21. displays of local affection. The broad petals of language
  22. are stiff and may get very bad.
  23. They make it very bad
  24. in our language tutoring.