His small towns are the burgs of the Midwest, where there is a constant tension between a future thatβs coming and a past that may never vanish. The grocer on the corner now carries mango chutney, and the city council must decideβWendyβs or wetlands.
From these rural towns, Baker evokes lovers, mothers and fathers, highway workmen, hospital patients, and the long dead. He spots the inner struggles of everyday living, as in these lines from βThe Womenβ: βthere comes a rubbing of hands, and not as in cleaning. / As when somethingβs put away, but it wonβt stay down.β
Regional in the best sense, Bakerβs poems capture the universal human commerce of love and conflict enduring under the water towers and storefronts of Americaβs heartland.