past a chalk outline
past a field of blond grasses tipped with frost
a low mauve cloud
a meadow cricket
past Miller's Chicken
past the rain
construction workers in yellow slickers
a river baptism, a little cough,
past the wig-maker's shop & a bald woman
tilting in front of a mirror;
past a flame thrower
& a flame blower
& their pyrotechnics & wedding & the widow
in attendance dancing
under her long black veil--
to a small white house
where a man I didn't recognize stepped out
& clapped me once on the shoulder
& said, Come in, it's been
a disaster without you.
---Ashley Capps
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