Advertisement

Winning Poems in the Summer School Poetry Contest

(Where a music festival had made us restless).

When he entered in the fall,

Men were harvesting corn

where the new house stood.

Later they bulldozed off the rich corn-feeding layer,

Advertisement

And the dense spoor-fine dust

Swirled across the school, powdering every child.

And still in May the flattened space

(too dead to be a field) behind the new houses

Looked ruined--as by a retreating army.

What must have been bulldozer tracks

Looked more like

The crossing, circling prints left

One rank and sweating Plistoscine

Evening as male and female, mailed and plated

Advertisement