L.R. Harvey Poetry

They How can you not love ‘they,’ recipient of searches like ‘what do they  do with old oil’ or ‘how do they  make cottage cheese,’ a faithfully faceless  workhorse all too pleased to receive  the blunt blows of our hatred for what we’re sure they  do behind closed doors, how they’re  coming for our children, our freedom, they’re  relentless pursuit of all we hold dear.  How can you not love this savior  pronoun, its wide body satisfied to bear the whole of our loathings, questions,  and qualms, and then, knowing we’d  break like glass in the stare  of how warped we’ve become,  wrapping the sum like a marble  in its palm, one day to be flicked— you know what they  say—to kingdom come.

That Final Turn Tuck turned over to us his Expedition when he got the new model and heard  the red Accord Gracie inherited from Tyler quit turning over for good. She’d driven it   ever since I throttled my cousin’s ‘87 back from Beaufort, parted ways at graduation  when the four-speed wouldn’t roar me  through college, used the jingle to buy a little truck I later gave to Micaiah  on the handshake agreement he’d fix  what I couldn’t beneath the hoods of our future  fleet. The faded Forester that followed  later fit his sister Kaitlin’s needs, so I signed over the keys when Hunt gifted me  his Fit since he bought his uncle’s truck,  right around the time Gracie’s other brother  had the pluck to give new life to the old  4Runner our new neighbor sold. All told,  despite those who insist to tow the weight  of their despair that the haunting presence  of a junk yard holds a key part  to get the new earth r...

The Cost of Laundry Sick of my shirts shrinking  in the dryer’s heat, my soul in this age  of efficiency, I tacked a clothesline  from two trees to take a stand  with soil, sky, and the tenuous work of being strung between. Mid-70’s with a breeze,  and things were clipping along nicely  when Andrew called to lay out  how his labrador puppy was crushed  by a car on their walk, came yelping back  to the house and died in the yard, a tragedy miles away from a child or spouse but near enough to make clear you can talk  the talk about how precious to be skin- wrapped, wind-born and billowed,  but when it whips right up  and rips off the line what you thought  sufficiently secured, you better be sure.

Home Alone Coming home she called to say  she took the girls and they’d be back  by six, time an unexpected gift  I didn’t know how best to use,  so read a bit on the porch  while the light last then closed  the book when it didn’t,  which it never does. These days dusk edges in earlier, always earlier, a tide lapping at our toes,  but if it's time for shutting down the piano doesn't know, and in this hollow no one’s here to call to mind how loud is decent to bang the blacks in defiance against the dark.

Out of Town Previewers On the day of the visit  Lookout took a page from Leah  and sheathed herself in a cotton shawl  that cloaked the telling curve  of her neck, the mountain hidden  beneath the mist. They were a curt cluster of pleasantries, wrapped in tight  nods and God is goods, trying on  halls and teachers like hats, sampling  the cafeteria’s shiniest cuisine,   then—having seen what was to be seen—leaving to make a decision  sure to alter their children’s  lives, the lives of their children's  children, the way we all must  take the test before we’ve studied and bear the consequences of all  we didn’t know, those many mountains that of a sudden show their faces bearing down over the baseball field.

Raised Bed “One sows and another reaps.” — John 4:37 A small space, but room enough  to cultivate the perennial  hope that there’s a place in the garden metaphor for a brown-thumbed  believer stalking the long rows  of the Lowes lumber aisle  to load his cart with cedar  planks, his work not quite trained  to climb the well-staked trellis  of sow, prune, and gather, but rather  just to cinch the rough-hewn  boards of his life together in a way that helps define the borders for someone else who doesn’t know  where to start but has some dirt  and wants to give new life a go.