Inky Top's Cabin
for Larry
A hunted fox gone to ground
it is our dog's illicit grave
you visit monthly in this city in the heartland
by the ruined river
The cement foundation and collapsed out
buildings are all that remain
of the old sharecropper's cabin
Your refuge and mine too when I could walk in
before the earth was scraped raw
The creek's watershed
destroyed for a subdivision
All lots up for grabs
Just cement pads
where no one lives
There is a cistern well
and in early spring
daffodil