Fending off
Confederate insurrection
in St. Albans
and trying to find
a road to Chambly
family entrenched
in the fort;
clapping a mosquito
to its death
my role as executioner
brings me no joy
a moment’s hesitation
and the faint scent of gasoline
tries to drown out
the natural aroma of leaves
and pine hedges
view from the back seat
of a Chevrolet
playing Ozzie Osbourne
near the border
might not be viewed
as very copacetic
rambling along
a winding road
approaching a tower
6-24-2002