Elegy

 

We are still here where cartoon pigs sell car insurance

And travelers comb the suburbs ringing doorbells for Christ.

Anselm, my father used to laugh, said the American Finns

should have stayed home.

Once I found a set of dentures–uppers and lowers on a road.

This cash and carry country is a slap on the back kind of place.

I’m told that light is a climb and going up one steps right out.