summer, earlier this week

summer, earlier this weeka lament1.after work, flying to a town nearbydown a back road racing end of dayit was just Monday, hurtling through golden burned-out, logged-out fieldsheaded to a bar in a town we'd never seenour bodies in the truck warped and wrapped against the hill beside uschance positionings, as three dimensional as shadow and memory of shadow can be2.before work, on the empty lake, the mergansers were loud as power boatsplowing black water into fountains over their backs, eighty of them or morethey must have been flying ahead of the rainthey must have known better their coordinates3.the rains came. yesterday. back again after eighty-odd days of heat and sunlike Johnny Cochran, the wet veil of fog over evergreens fit***