IN LIGHT OF RECENT DEVELOPMENTS
We are not thinking of the president
not far from here.
waiting for the leaves
It’s easy to mistake
burns a hole in our eyes. There is a certain labor I see in the sun,
warned me against, as if hard work and sweat
fit for one car at a time. A detailed aftermath. An aftermath
When I think of nature, nature thinks back. Or nature blinks back. The man with a baby
with a wheelbarrow. If that is what he had been saving for,
that expecting the worst was the best I could do.
"In Light of Recent Developments" was written last year after reading about a corn maze in Michigan meant to resemble the likeness of Gerald Ford. Another common Michigan sight, the man with the baby stroller filled with cans, helped me find the ending to the poem. I never made it to the maze, though.