← v13n2, Fall 2014Poetry · Volume 13, Number 2
The Peace
That fall, while anchored gunships
sulked like whale-bloats in the harbor shoals,
we married and rented half a duplex
from a tax attorney. The other half,
untenanted, stayed locked.
For months the county jail
across the highway shone with rain
and runny headlights. In March we woke
to sirens: an inmate had escaped
and the authorities were blaring—wails
drizzling at our window like a law.
