The Buzzard Cult
Grant Peeples said he liked the last book
I sent him. Larry said he liked it too.
Which one was that? What was it about?
Quitting writing? Dying? Running out of steam?
Grant says when I write about driving around with
my car windows up, no air-conditioning, he laughs so hard
he wakes his wife up. I guess he reads it in bed, after a day
of writing songs and busywork. Watching the oil spill
on teevee. I think they’re into rescuing pets.
I guess I rallied. Skipjack, caught in the pocket,
rally. They storm the net. Like a beet poet
storming
Swiss chard. Our cottage garden.
Broccoli greens. Sautéed in oil,
then add a little pepper vinegar.
Bring on the grandchildren.
Wilted collards. Bacon fat and green onions.