In Leota, Indiana
there are nights so humid
that even the fireflies fight.
Nights when passers-by
notice a lone car parked beside a creek
hidden within a hill-of-a-driveway
filled with gravel memories.
Here, children's dreams are left like logs
to dam the creek.

And, on being left alone-
I too would weep
a dammed-flooded creek.

Bathtub Gin, Issue 11 (Fall/Winter 2002)