I’ll still first go to the window when I wake.
I can stay at it all night, unnerved by the same old ache
And never two alike. That sky that is a lake,
Elided by trees and ambient neighborhood light,
Eludes me—like driving towards some vacat [...]
A feral cow’s in those backwoods
Where the subdivision’s going.
I saw it once among dogwoods,
Head in a bower and lowing.
Once, but not since—and so long ago
I might have dreamed it. And not knowing
Which, I’m left to think as I now g [...]
Each stone uncovered, the gift of figures— hundred and fifty, two hundred years ago, foundation for creekside mill or barn, or silo, sledded then rolled into place. Buried by default of earth and rain again, at this rebirth the stones are s [...]
A triple dactyl for John Hollander Dazzle me fascinate: Practically nobody Does so in triplicate Verse anymore— Socioculturally Not a surprise and yet I’d’ve thought somebody’d Keep it in store. Now is the time to let Mystery compl [...]