Cummins, Deborah 2002

He sits beside his wife who takes the wheel.
Clutching coupons, he wanders the aisles
of Stop & Save. There’s no place he must be,
no clock to punch. Sure,
there are bass in the lake, a balsa model
in the garage, the par-three back nine.
But it’s not the same.
Time the enemy then, the enemy now.

– Deborah Cummins, “At a Certain Age”

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Once more, in their dumb unknowing,
sandhill cranes are pulled to a place
they must again and again get back to.

– Deborah Cummins, “Passage”

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