Winter 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 1 Poetry |

Town Limits

1. How shy she became when she saw them outside her kitchen window—her young, married sister leading the minister's wife straight up the front walk. How the two of them, noticing steam over the dishpan, called and called. How embarrassed she was when they opened the pantry door at last and found her, looking up at them beside her dog, unable to still her heart. 2. The substitute, far off at the pulpit, asks who is new today in church, then raises his hand. Nobody laughs. It is his voice that dazes them, a breezy lighthearted tone for a joke, an earnest tone for sympathizing with their need, a helpless tone for asking God to assist them. Up close after the service as they shake his hand and look into his evasive eye, they see the voice is how he protects himself from them. 3. "A man's property," was what he called his three- acre lot when they complained about the mess, and he placed one of his junk machines next to the road where he said neighbors were driving o

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