There were two letters waiting for me at American Express
although I recalled notifying no one except Shelly
of my whereabouts.
One was a letter from my Mother _____
all the way from a pseudo-log cabin on the Vermont-New Hampshire border
where it is questionable whether there are more cows
or more cable tv antennas,
and the fate of the Internet is seldom a subject of discussion.

I could see her looking out the window
(while the frozen lasagna grew warm in the microwave)
at wooden wind driven devices
stuck in the garden among the lettuce and tomatoes --
antique airplanes with propellers that spin,
yellow dutch windmills,
ducks with unusual tails.

On the access road that is shadowed with birch and white pine,
Dad is fishing.

................................................... home