A Woman in the Sun
The shed behind the barn behind the red cottage I wait
for her in the fescue grass the rye I hear it grow over me
Wait for my friends in the distance on fire their full heads
of rust (I love how the clothing drips off them I hear myself say)
If the beekeeper doesn’ t come chasing behind with a hatchet
I’ ll wait behind Cobb’ s barn watching the distant houses