amass


was searching
the family diary to
find some reason

for making
their westerns out
of tomato crates;

on that dead
flower-bed,
before our

porch; they had it
painted fried-eggwhite
& set at least 2 seasons—

rusted, unbent
nails & all—in
a crescent row.

silver
topping
platinum,

arrowheaded-
rocks, kicked.
rolling weeds;

crushed beneath
the hilly weight
to ft. salsedo.

mother held longer
than father, who left
to trail other posses.

exercising his
cocked cross, he
took elsewhere . . .