Stephen Sandy

(August 2, 1934 / Minneapolis)

Circular Drives

When I was a kid taken to the best end of the lake,
the raked gravel of someone's circular drive
—always rustling evenly under the tires

with a hushed crunch—served notice, served privilege;
distant, esteemed. Maybe an Ordway's place,
or the leaf-free drive and lawns of Southways,

long and green in shade near private waters

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