That’s a place to begin, the way it turns
the long drive
into a movie staring silence.
at the airport, that’s another.
Ah, but she’ll soon return.
Baring air crashes. Baring bad
A couple of days ago I worked this case,
a thirteen year old broke in to his neighbor’s home.
The guy was eighty-four. We found him in the kitchen.
Beaten to death for his car keys
and a roll of quarters.
At the kid’s house we found
a skateboard in the bathtub,
the water tainted with blood.
Outside we stood around and watched
them load him into the hearse.
Hartley lifted his foot out of the puddle
he’d stepped in, then put it back down
in the same place.
It’s been raining like mad.
It lets up from time to time.
It only seems endless.