Comments about Jake Morrow
Dirty hands and a coffee can full of worms,
waiting for a ride.
Two Cokes, a ham sandwich, a ziplock half full of potato chips,
enough for days.
Slow motion of a farm truck, forced to start in second because
first is too low, open wholes on the floor boards,
silence between men.
Cold engines on hot summer afternoons
resting in the shade by the dock.
The first rainbows I remember pushed out around
We move by old tires and duck blinds,
motor past sunken Christmas trees and riprap,
old milk jug string lines ...