You Could Have Driven A Pick-Up Truck Thru Spokes Of That Moon, So Big And Radiant This Upended Water Chestnut - Ground Mist Weeping In The Shadows Flutter Of An Old Woman'S Shawl, The Clammy Smell Like A Child'S Fingers To The Face, A Little Unsettling Crickets And Dew In Brigades Running Tears On The Old Shoe Leather.