An angleworm, a chicken, a fox
in good health. Pink peonies, latched
roots on an iron gate. The poison
of monkshood in frost. A Lenten
rose, a red car: its idle hum.
Crabapples and its tree. Outside
the first home, Arnie,
the first dog, sleeps alone.
The gap between the couple’s
age. The crack of pavement
beyond the gate—a dried and set
wound. There are bags within
the car: bent pictures, rust pots,
a white dress torn to bits.