Poet and fabulist John Kucera entertains us with two poems and two fables, an ancient form of narrative intended to entertain and instruct. Compass  Clouds and storms hover  Over us like a lost thought.  A strange idea we once had to build a log cabin together  and explore worlds beyond our own.  But our lives were surmounted by menial tasks  and we never got around to our plans like the campfire and the sunsets  and the paintings of a dry winter and the umbrella of youth closing slowly but surely on all these things we remember later  in our circles of routine.  We were both deserted but they were also forgotten.  Our plans, still changing, and guiding us today like the compass above a rooftop and the wolf we patted at the Indian neighbor’s house,…

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