Thursday, January 15, 2009

Depression in Ft. Atkinson, Wisconsin

Remember our pale, blue
Picket fence, Dad?

We painted it,
As good as new.

You stepped on the gas
Instead of braking,

Shot the Chevy thru.

(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #2, Winter 2001/2002)


  1. A tribute to Lorine Niedecker's great poem about childhood and memory. The Zambaras take, so to speak, is more comic; both the Niedecker and the Zambaras poems are poignant regarding childhood and loss.

  2. just at LN’s old place this past winter...

    actually drove our old Chevy out to Black Hawk thru a thick December snow...

    sometimes I miss it


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