Improv (Week 3)

Looking West from Laguna Beach at Night – Charles Wright

I've always liked the view from my mother-in-law's house at night,

looking out over the field of corn that never made it to harvest,

tall figures reflect the waxed moons vibration. I want to see

the sun claw its way over Taylor’s ridge, and wake up the neighbors.

I’d take a dead crop over apartment buildings any day,

Give me hardship and hard work, leave the suit and tie

On the back of the closet door, the blue one I wore to my aunt’s funeral.

I want to smell the harshness of barnyard air, the viscous stink of hogs

As they roll in the disintegrated remains of last week’s supper,

The supper we could barely afford.