Male Call

Crops and robbers,

chickadees splitting sunflower heads.

Grape stalks grey as the cloud cover,

driving my dog crazy, no

stops in the rain.

 

A three hour roll to visit jail,

mostly dark.

Talking through glass,

pants low in the chair.

 

We're men about it.

Men about it.

Save the eye contact

for when it is safe.

 

The time goes,

and then it is time to go.

Keep everything inside

for the folks inside.

 

The way home goes through towns

I never cared for,

other people's sons creating heartache

on the corner.

 

Love,

is just a letter

in the mail, until

you put your stamp on it.