A Family
Would you believe me
if I told you the name of the farmers
at the end of the lake
where it grew shallow over the mossy rocks
and if you came in the morning the grass was blue
the fur of the rocks was wet the small frogs jumped
and the lake was silent behind you
except for echoes
you tied your boat carefully to a tree
before setting out across the cool pasture
watching for the bull
all the way to the barn
or if you came in the afternoon
the pasture glared and hummed the dark leaves smelled
from beside the water and the barn was drunk
by the time you got to it
to climb on the beams
to dive into the distant hay
will you believe
the names of the farmers' children
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