Howie Good
Evening Walk
I’m walking along a narrow strip of dirt,
a kind of no man’s land, between bare woods
and the roadway, darkness falling fast,
as if every little town has its share of evil,
when I just happen to look up and see
the bulge of new buds on dead-seeming branches,
the gnarled, knobby fingers of fierce invalids.
Howie Good is a poet and collage artist on Cape Cod.