The Following Day
Yesterday a great pileated alighted in the black walnut
tree,
Inclined his sovereign crested head, flew off toward the
river.
The candidates caravan came through, last governor, next
Governor, Congressman’s daughter, all hope and urgency.
Today the turkey buzzards wheel in the northerly wind,
Slow to the point of insolence, the holdout maples are lit
From within. No power comes near, no eye meets mine,
I lift the well cover and holler down for the boy I left.
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