It's 11.9 miles to Mardela Springs. The public school's a left away from the town which is too small to be called a town. Past the school and heading south is a road which immediately kisses country, a large pond there with a house beside it. The shadows in the fall morning make a wind beside the house. The students are tired. It's Monday. It doesn't seem to matter what day, most of the time they're tired. In the early fall dark the road whispers to the pond. "Amends." School is out, no one hears. In 216 the janitor replaces a fluorescent light. He drops a screw from ten steps up. The school is so quiet it hears the drop. The school and the road begin their talk. Soon the pond joins in. "Amends."
From Pennsylvania Collection Agency by Michael Burkard, published by New Issues Poetry & Prose. © 2001 by Michael Burkard. Used with permission. All rights reserved.