Tim Armentrout: Home Visit

Spring '07 TOC

I stand beneath stars
and note the altered outline of the forest,
thinned, timbered, developed. I became
here. New houses glow where once
was total dark. Framed silhouettes
replaced shadowed branches.
I am bundled; pipe to lip, I pace
what is left of the porch my father is tearing down.
A golf course has eaten the horizon; green
with envy I pick up a shovel.

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