Travelers Leaving for the City
By Ed Skoog
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-This book describes migration between cities, rural communities and back again
-Many references to specific places and experiences in Kansas, Seattle, and Oregon
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Travelers Leaving for the City - Ed Skoog
ONE
My Shirt
I grabbed
the shirt off the hook
on my way out into the night
and bore it past the
cathedral
where a wedding was
being
swept up and offered it
to the man
falling asleep against the embankment
he said it wasn’t his and
waved me down the
alley
the shirt made a face and wanted me to
wear it
I said maybe in the
morning then as the rat chattered under the
car
in the Pre Flite Lounge I
set it on the piano and hurried back toward
my own losses,
keys alternating
with shadow a white
of a parasite bird’s
hunger—and on the wind I
heard the silkworms
a thread maker a tailor
telling me that around the
corner
a horrible infant would be
calling my name,
and was, only it was the emptiness
of generations, and a vine
coming unglued from a downspout
so I had to remember
suddenly the password
that lets and lets and lets
until there is no more
permission,
silhouette
imprecisely bless
each footstep with
light rain—
Travelers Leaving for the City
where does the starting happen at
before. unbeginning scroll
before the set of disagreements language of the shoot-out
which is language’s unscrolling
nothing specifically human about the heartbeat
a crumbling wall
they put away their light duffels in the rooms
they talk about the labor of dinner, divide
into pleasant domains the onion chopping
corner-swept bedmaker
following an idea long clapped and retrieved
quick walk around the pond, a bleak
deadeye of when memory will falter
dusk between leaves
a breaking into the eye
the way back’s cyclopean
and unstoppable, I need to be
ripped gently apart like a thing
with gears
and I stayed, stayed, stayed quietly
with bliss of supper and play on the carpet
before bed. And I tried to make sense
and make meaning and make money and
masks, and I have deer on my side instead
of hunting, and the rolling of dice instead
of their enumeration
a painted bell, a portrait
that rings. And watched the scroll in museum
light, static, and coursing.
Watched day develop
all in one person, the many-personed self,
heat in the shade, the long sentence
waiting for the doors of granary to open,
dragonflies by the pond
the garden and the wild
rough drawings behind it, and I am working
my way toward dying in my own surround-
sound increments
Farmers at the waterwheel:
the massiveness of the farm in their shoulders,
angle of the bucket
the weight of the cooperage,
that’s where the beginning, spilled droplets
in moth-littered dust. Even before we met,
we never got over each other. Over you,
and the composite blue. Winter does when
we are together things
All at once the congregation
gives up, sells the bell, sells the sleds. The shale,
and the shadows of the shale. Leaves you
walking from the chapel to the train
livid with sleeping bags and wet couches
we never get over each other, in person.
Past the forms and the farms
past quarry and query.
The moon’s flesh and the river’s an ink stain.