The loads of wheat that stretch out after / tractors into town / into the day has fallen apart / on the highway I’m going to…

The kids of the neighborhood have come for / Halloween, and gone, and I look after / after the soap on other windows than / only these dirty, look, and where / for another costume, in exactly this same, other …

The snow has started tonight / for another, hammering next door / with no / money to keep the cold out / the poverty always with a hammer…

I’ve drunk beer all day in these / cottonwoods, / and the snow falling / in Boston, the rain full of books…

All fools and all favorites / and kings of us / are gone, and rain—the stars / are out again…

The pines up the mountains are red in the dirt / all the way through the earth / to Spain…