Road-Building Instructions
Make it straight
through the briars
Leave it dirt
no matter if hollows
hold puddles
I want to sit
on my back steps
shelling peas
stringing beans
thinking poems
watching the child
on the fat-wheeled bike
waver and splash
all the far way
open the gate
keep geese in
rule cows out
reach in the box
stuff my mail
in her saddlebags
shut the gate
pause to pick
raspberries
bramble - and black -
lose count
then slowly
feet muddy
mouth purple
letters intact
wheel home