FM

 

   Every morning we drove into the Res, my little FM radio with the broken antenna would faintly pick up the signal from KXSW.
 

   The nearer we would draw, the stronger became the beating of the drum as deer stood, shoulder to shoulder, lining the road like some pensive gauntlet, the moon in every eye.

   

Agency Village--
    the eagle returns in daylight
     to inspect an old kill