Larry Fagin
Erect Undertones

From Tether 2, page 56

“In our fifth winter in the Southwest, the tip of our condo sat on a slant in the foot-heads. A breadth of paving passed close by the course of my awkward headgear. The electric trimmer I had borrowed against the intemperate desert sun appeared. Sighing with the unexpected midlife responsibilities, we see what we discover within ourselves — an agitating grief.”