Milford Street

May apples still hidden;

Black tractor mud;

Six acres of sugar bush

Pump up sap like blood.

Blood that powers bodies

Running out the door,

Lie amid the maples

Sweet, lonely, sore.

© Larry Haworth 2005

Branch Water

Branch water blacks the riven rock,

Cursed by a crooked line.

Sailor, slowly breaking,

Stalks virgins of the mine.

Moon-gleam gilds the girders;

White engine digs the mouth.

Sailor slowly broken

By kindness of the South.

© Larry Haworth 2005