Poem

We stepped into the church at Middenwold

The fly on the page / trapped in the book

Why do you stare at your watch / Like a predator. . .

When you see it written down, a life

b. 1903 (Tupelo) – d. 1985 (Annapolis)

On a silent Sunday afternoon / When the sermon hours long

I have noticed the ridiculous men

You think you can just deliver your words to the world?

Soon all that will be left

I saw a maybe drone piece of footage