She Said in the LADIES,
in the rest area LADIES on the road to 
Terre Haute. Plenty of angels, she said again. 

Seen that sign, back west a ways?
The one on the warehouse, in a movie marquee?
Blessed Hope, it says. Blessed Hope, she said.

To get proper grapes you’ve got to
breathe on them some,
fog ’em up, thin the skins.

It’s driving into all that goldness makes
You blind, she said. The road oats, timothy
The mustard hung beside the highway like