We knew our way


The sun remembers you

Slopes that were tufted, swaying

To the tune of one farmhouse,

One farmhouse or two

With sway-backed beam barns

This road was unborn then

And trees wandered to tracks

Bereft of trains

Where that one other road

Gravel, held houses in bends

Of dust and autumn leaves

The snow under our feet

Is no longer

And our laughter in the wilderness

From school to stove-side

Has been painted over

By roofs and asphalt unending