“Tropical depression forms” is a suggestive forecast.
At the gym and on a stair master, I’m not trying to climb anything.
Walking nearer to home, I music, musicking I hear lines not the music’s–
Mellancamp’s “this land fed a nation” wears better as “this land-fettered nation.”
Lance Loud told the filmmakers Allen and Susan Raymond in 1983:
“I feel at home within the vernacular of real time, the time you guys create.”
Visiting the house when my folks went gone away, I was asked to “Secure the perimeter.”
Or ignore whether some ex-IBMer had delivered to the front door a cooler of steaks.
Forced from the house, onto the streets, sometimes too late.
Jeff Hamilton lives in St. Louis and teaches at Washington University.
*Photo courtesy of selectcuts.