Diamond Causeway

Dodge sherif shouldered on the causeway. Where are we going & why?

Where we are going & why: a county called Butts, cause their spigots are potable.

Cause we are too comfortable. A “crowd pleaser” is a song you’d rather not listen to.

Little red speaker lets me hold the music at a low volume while the others stake our tents.

Out of the woods weird noise gathers into glowing eyes. Night lumbers down horrifically; outside animals want in. This & the fact of my name keeps me up all night.

Henry. & the humidity. Tomorrow will be torrential, forecast for Savannah says, the trees will drip with Spanish moss. Dancing In The Moonlight, trash bags encumber our arms until we drop them for racoons to rummage through & face a proliferation of katydids, the sky’s boring jewelry thinking who would want to name this?

- Henry Koskoff