"Walnut Creek Fault Lines"

my blonde suburban mother tried to fly
in the socialite newspaper dumb show
of Bales Drive under the dry white sky
land abandoned by the deer and the crow:
co-opted by the claustrophobic cat
domestica and the slobber-jawed dog
snapping cookie kids and a flock of bat-
toting young hands fondling a green-tree frog.
mother’s mother taught the tying of shoe.
knowledge of words from father’s podium:
a word-camp of post war blood white, and blue
anger flaring soul drying sodium.
Parents cured and bored bland by the great war
smoked in mushroom deaths, found faults to ignore