Border Crossing: Quebec to Maine June 1968
- Border Crossing:Quebec to Maine June 1968
In a white frame buildingthe official writes on the form:everything is in order.
The road is black,no sun;
In the lake the black trees waverand are left behind.
As the car passes, childrenplaying on the gravelturn up their faces to us, thinand soundless as a mirage
The yards and the strung washingcarry on as usual
An old woman wearing a man's hatis digging in the earth. [End Page 29]
Quietlywe enterwe are entered bythe land of death. [End Page 30]
Footnotes
This poem originally appeared in Red Cedar Review, Vol. 6 Iss. 1, 1969.
