On the porch

drinking beer and

watching the cars, ah so

America

passing with

blank stares, finger signs,

advice re hair

and all

Who needs your

night spray & napalm,

what you do

the world knows

The best of you

are going away.

Some I have loved

with a grace

their open faces

the tulip-tree leaf,

their gesture

ample as landscape,

as frail, as

persistent as milkweed,

deserve more than

good luck

So love it

or leave the crow said.

We looked

at the blue lonely world

It could have been

anywhere, it turned out

this blank stare

here, here

– a gift of not much,

presence running out

like spilt milk –

was your face passing,

passing. Let’s

get it over with let’s

get it over let’s

get it over with