Court Green

“The car crammed

with books”

—Ted Hughes, “The Pan,”

Birthday Letters

Books, brassy weather—

Bags of cutlery, crockery

Down the tilting street—

Into that strange town

Arriving ahead of time—

Before the furniture arrives

The empty new house—

Staring at us in the rain

Arriving weary after a day—

Driving in the Morris Traveler

The house knowing our future—

But helpless to warn us