When I had that last dance of the night with you
in the twilight with Emmylou singing sweet and
It All Counts as Practice
the way we maneuver around each other
you, unseeing. Me, methodical in my every move.
"The World of Work"
Those new electric lights in the barn
gave him another hour or two, with milking done,
Daisies Were My Sister's Favorite Flower
I think of her,
how she loved plants,
The Dead
I know why the women wash the bodies of the dead:
the intimate innocence