That Lucky Ole Sun: Poems and Stories

From "Painting of Trees": He painted three men Walking in a snowy forest, Down a road With blackish ruts For car wheels, Three men walking Different paths... + And Dad, He had brought home A sprig Of oak from Grandma's tree When I was a Little boy, Had planted it In the back- Yard and it grew Under a bottlebrush plant In the shade Until it grew up To take over The yard And that is where He asked Mom to put his ashes When he died. From "Desire" Come sit at my table With your purple apple calves on display Like boxes of white paper And pigs In girl trouble