So many signs on the side of the street... sometimes I want to place some of my own, don't you?
Rabbits for Sale, Fifteen Dollars,
offered the roadside
Boer Goats and German
I tasted berries and fresh cream.
I passed the leangrazing horses --
pastiche farms, staggered
bales of hay ---
counted goats and trolls and bridges;
things are never quite what they seem.
Boiled Peanuts, Firewood,
In my mind, the longwork day waned.
I passedun-tended country graves.
I put up scribbled cardboard
signs, in fours as I’ve seen people do,
on every troubled,
Lost Lover: Last in Lucent
Likes to Play, Never
Does Get Bored,
Answers to Fox,
and Sometimes “Woo.”
Stubborn. Don’t Put Him a Leash.
Double the earlier reward.