rows of telephone poles along the highway
crosses running parallel to a Roman road
eyes open or closed looking down from each
rows of homes facing forward numbered neatly
tombstones carved with two dates inevitably
approximate joined together only by a dash
rows of corn and squash and beans three sisters
weeping at the crossroads asking every traveler
if they have seen their lost brothers on the way
rows of tulips purple and red and green brightly
shining under an April sun asking your eyes to
follow lines of life and death and death and life