A Beagle Roundelay

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Home On It

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

On the Fourth Day

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Unchosen

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Patient is Rallying

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Street Has Changed

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Pool Room in the Lions’ Club

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Fairy Tale with Ex-Wife

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

On the Waterfront

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Two Poems

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Self

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Sovereign Secrets

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Colloquy in Black Rock Connecticut

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Seven Poems from the Latin of John Owen

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Winter Remembered

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Farewell to Miles

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Townie

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Poetry

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Clearing

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Dollhouses of the Dead

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Moishe’s Horse

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Danzig 1932

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Loon’s Cry

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Riddle

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Return

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

A Sentimental Delusion

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Listening to the Earth

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Catch

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Departure of the Ghost

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

Description Without Place

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

The Legend of the One-Eyed Man

On the side of a hill in Henry County,
where a woodpile is stacked
against the guarantees of winter,
two rabbit dogs play

while a graveside service takes place
at the Church of the Brethren next door.
Sun floods the worn-down grass.
Children’s toys, happy plastic

mud spattered, scatter the yard.
The New Year is breathing
everywhere, every breath lifting
scrub pine and oak stick,

rattling the underpinnings of trailers
in foreground and background.
The dogs roll and roll.
And when they bite, they bite as brothers

do, with mouths made to cradle game.
They swipe each other with soft paws.

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