Hayden Carruth, a frequent contributor to VQR, passed away at 87.
Or so we must assume.
Coming home with the last load I ride standing on the tongue of the trailer, behind the tractor in its hot exhaust, lank with sweat
Do you hear as if in a far away room down a narrow hall in another part of the hotel
It’s the gray of canning season rain,neither cool nor warm, and mottledwith feeble light.
This black sedan lies on its topon the kitchen window sill, its wheelsin the air, its battery drained,the oil trickling into the cylinders.