I just interviewed Northampton poet James Haug about his most recent book. He is an exceptional poet.
Here's one of Haug's poems for your enjoyment (more at this link):
GARDNER EXCHANGE
In a field I was overtaken by a conviction
that another field lay just beyond it.
Some ex-firemen had unfolded a card table
in the timothy, playing whist
where no other field was found.
In a town I sat like a clerk on a municipal bench
pretending I knew exactly where I was.
The streets long and straight.
I could see far away. I could see Orange.
For ten minutes I watched a woman approach by foot.
She handed me a handsome pamphlet
concerning the manufacture of chairs in this
the town I belonged to.
A siren reconfigured an old complaint.
How little I knew about rattan.
How perfectly useless the world’s smallest chair looked
in my open hand.
I was the chair’s chair.
