Fence

by Matt Gorman)

He,

Thomas,

repaired three big

Indian rock-flowers.


She,

Mom,

saw frozen water battle,

too old, frightened closed.


Friend, Reed Woman,

choose chess, hotel booth sex,

table play.

You leaned backboard

hand up, memorized,

drinking, flying, firefighting.


Cousins came, dreamed.

Other reservation endings helped,

announced anything well.

Give other drunks virgin crafts.