In Edinboro -- Maureen Owen

Here the cemetery has the best view of the lake
& striped & zigzagged families
in small cottages dabbled white & onyx   along the shore          wave
to boaters   sizzling in pastoral light    that seeps
across the water    in a rushing gold assault
as though a herd of elbows splashed                  O
loco performance space!   towards me Professor temporar
disquieted by the gleam           Cold-hearted expose!
A woman draws collected rain water
from a tub     pours a bucket
here       a bucket there         her
gardens & my crazy
rocking heart             She
swings    the bucket            as she goes