krzyzewski

under the plain swell
can you feel all the earthquakes

the man i know from falls city
saves you sometimes
or so he says

then the rumbling, loud like a boat
but the forest over here
sang it out,
when the garlic mustard killed your garden

with the path cleared of poisonous spiders
the indian graveyard seems safe

but you realize there isn't an end to this
the father still has to have it's kids
& the spiders still come back next summer.