Dec. 30, 2007
ruth stone’s house on a vermont mountain like a movie set fifty years before i was born in 1989 we snaked our way through old forge and into ferry addled vermont on muddy roads there we slept under frayed gingham between dingy floral farmhouse walls ruth above us and in the morning woodstove frypan eggs before the ride into town for a lawnmower on the blue jay way later in your yard waist deep in grasses i cut a snake in two and cried you nearly 75 glowed and consoled me the printing press in the barn silent and rusting that night candlelight at your summer bedside you were sick and asked us to stay but i already had legs for wisconsin and ohio my bags packed lakes michigan and erie strange attractors i found your book today epw 12.30.07 perrysburg, oh
