these vagabond waters
rush the story
of a seasonal creek

how many more times
will a hapless driver crash
into the side of the old red barn

no one grows anything
on a vine / anything for the new wine
on this strip of land anymore

a bend in the road
another dead man’s curve
threatens more than death

more than a man / where are the women
in this tangle of exposed
channel bed debris

I’m crossing the bridge
again asking for it
any answer to any question

that contains moving
earth along / I eat
the grapes I don’t drink