I'm going to end with some of the Amanda poems,
I'm not certainly going to read all eight of them,
but I like to give you a feeling for them.
They tend to have long titles and to be rather small.
This one is called Amanda Dreams She Has Died and Gone
to the Elysian Fields.
This morning Amanda lies down during breakfast
The hay is hip high
The sun sleeps on her back as it did
on the spine of the dinosaur, the fossil bat
The first fish with feet she was once
A breeze fans the deer flies from lighting
Only a gaggle of gnats house keep in her ears
A hay plume sticks out of her mouth
I come calling with a carrot from which I
have taken the first bite
She startles, she considers rising but retracts
the pistons of her legs and accepts as loose lipped
as a camel
We sit together in this time and place
we are heart and bone for an hour we are incorruptible