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In
the
reedy
edges
of
the
inner
waters
,
the
mallards
nested
and
brought
out
their
young
flotillas
,
muskrats
dug
communities
and
swam
lithely
in
the
early
morning
.
The
ospreys
hung
,
aimed
,
and
plummeted
on
fish
,
and
sea
gulls
carried
clams
and
scallops
high
in
the
air
and
dropped
them
to
break
them
open
for
eating
.
Some
otters
still
clove
the
water
like
secret
furry
whispers
;
rabbits
poached
in
the
gardens
and
gray
squirrels
moved
like
little
waves
in
the
streets
of
the
village
.
Cock
pheasants
flapped
and
coughed
their
crowing
.
Blue
herons
poised
in
the
shallow
water
like
leggy
rapiers
and
at
night
the
bitterns
cried
out
like
lonesome
ghosts
.
Spring
is
late
and
summer
late
at
New
Baytown
,
but
when
it
comes
it
has
a
soft
,
wild
,
and
special
sound
and
smell
and
feeling
.
In
early
June
the
world
of
leaf
and
blade
and
flowers
explodes
,
and
every
sunset
is
different
.
Then
in
the
evening
the
bobwhites
state
their
crisp
names
and
after
dark
there
is
a
wall
of
sound
of
whippoorwill
.
The
oaks
grow
fat
with
leaf
and
fling
their
long
-
tasseled
blossoms
in
the
grass
.
Then
dogs
from
various
houses
meet
and
go
on
picnics
,
wandering
bemused
and
happy
in
the
woods
,
and
sometimes
they
do
not
come
home
for
days
.
In
June
man
,
hustled
by
instinct
,
mows
grass
,
riffles
the
earth
with
seeds
,
and
locks
in
combat
with
mole
and
rabbit
,
ant
,
beetle
,
bird
,
and
all
others
who
gather
to
take
his
garden
from
him
.
Woman
looks
at
the
curling
-
edge
petals
of
a
rose
and
melts
a
little
and
sighs
,
and
her
skin
becomes
a
petal
and
her
eyes
are
stamens
.
June
is
gay
—
cool
and
warm
,
wet
and
shouting
with
growth
and
reproduction
of
the
sweet
and
the
noxious
,
the
builder
and
the
spoiler
.
The
girls
in
body
-
form
slacks
wander
the
High
Street
with
locked
hands
while
small
transistor
radios
sit
on
their
shoulders
and
whine
love
songs
in
their
ears
.
The
young
boys
,
bleeding
with
sap
,
sit
on
the
stools
of
Tanger
’
s
Drugstore
ingesting
future
pimples
through
straws
.
They
watch
the
girls
with
level
goat
-
eyes
and
make
disparaging
remarks
to
one
another
while
their
insides
whimper
with
longing
.
In
June
businessmen
drop
by
Al
’
n
’
Sue
’
s
or
the
Foremaster
for
a
beer
and
stay
for
whisky
and
get
sweatily
drunk
in
the
afternoon
.
Even
in
the
afternoon
the
dusty
cars
creep
to
the
desolate
dooryard
of
the
remote
and
paintless
house
with
every
blind
drawn
,
at
the
end
of
Mill
Street
,
where
Alice
,
the
village
whore
,
receives
the
afternoon
problems
of
June
-
bitten
men
.
And
all
day
long
the
rowboats
anchor
off
the
breakwater
and
happy
men
and
women
coax
up
their
dinners
from
the
sea
.
June
is
painting
and
clipping
,
plans
and
projects
.
It
’
s
a
rare
man
who
doesn
’
t
bring
home
cement
blocks
and
two
-
by
-
fours
and
on
the
backs
of
envelopes
rough
out
drawings
of
Taj
Mahals
.
A
hundred
little
boats
lie
belly
down
and
keel
up
on
the
shore
,
their
bottoms
gleaming
with
copper
paint
,
and
their
owners
straighten
up
and
smile
at
the
slow
,
unmoving
windrows
.
Still
school
grips
the
intransigent
children
until
near
to
the
end
of
the
month
and
,
when
examination
time
comes
,
rebellion
foams
up
and
the
common
cold
becomes
epidemic
,
a
plague
which
disappears
on
closing
day
.
In
June
the
happy
seed
of
summer
germinates
.
"
Where
shall
we
go
over
the
glorious
Fourth
of
July
?
.
.
.
It
’
s
getting
on
time
we
should
be
planning
our
vacation
.
"
June
is
the
mother
of
potentials
,
ducklings
swim
bravely
perhaps
to
the
submarine
jaws
of
snapping
turtles
,
lettuces
lunge
toward
drought
,
tomatoes
rear
defiant
stems
toward
cutworms
,
and
families
match
the
merits
of
sand
and
sunburn
over
fretful
mountain
nights
loud
with
mosquito
symphonies
.
"
This
year
I
’
m
going
to
rest
.
I
won
’
t
get
so
tired
.
This
year
I
won
’
t
allow
the
kids
to
make
my
free
two
weeks
a
hell
on
wheels
.
I
work
all
year
.
This
is
my
time
.
I
work
all
year
.
"
Vacation
planning
triumphs
over
memory
and
all
’
s
right
with
the
world
.
New
Baytown
had
slept
for
a
long
time
.
The
men
who
governed
it
,
politically
,
morally
,
economically
,
had
so
long
continued
that
their
ways
were
set
.
The
Town
Manager
,
the
council
,
the
judges
,
the
police
were
eternal
.
The
Town
Manager
sold
equipment
to
the
township
,
and
the
judges
fixed
traffic
tickets
as
they
had
for
so
long
that
they
did
not
remember
it
as
illegal
practice
—
at
least
the
books
said
it
was
.
Being
normal
men
,
they
surely
did
not
consider
it
immoral
.
All
men
are
moral
.
Only
their
neighbors
are
not
.
