If there was
God I think
we’d be damn
sure of it

Fishkill Rural Cemetery

Ducks there
Never flew south
I sat in my car
Smoking a joint
One waddled
Through the slush
Toward the highway
Into traffic
It was white

All the faithful departed
They had incontrovertibility

if you don’t
hear from me
i've arrived


Your ruins
Still stand
The dogs bark