It was never a very big main street
And it’s all boarded up, now:
Maxine’s bank (the entire commercial building),
Ione’s restaurant, the grocery store—
All gone ...
Maxine bought back the family farm.
Her husband Keith was the farmer.
If a calf was breech,
He’d rope its feet to a horse
And pull it from its mother.
If the cow or the calf died, he’d weep.
If a pig or a dog died, he’d weep.
It was awful & wonderful,
To live so close to your animals.
Miles of flat land beyond the town
Still extend as far as the eye can see.
Crystal Lake, at the edge of town,
Surrounded by a park,
Still sparkles like a cut-glass chandelier.
The new cash crop is the wind:
The white blades of windmills
Rotate slowly above the land,
Slice the air.
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