June 5
an abrupt loss of velocity and what is the weather and where is today the durable patterned fabric of seat 27c repeats like a mantra here is here is here inevitably a portable construct and soft cool rain
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June 4
this month sheds days like scales and another thing breaks under cornflower skies another method of conveyence the express bus the phonecall kept dropping and here I read another poem about furniture coincidence but the eye lingers how to assemble a self repair or spring for something newer
June 3
Flying above the sunset back rows empty a common short flight another Embraer jet probably in our wake ice crystals in the window double-paned, triple? hard to see so hard to say a reluctant goodbye: a begrudging send off and/or unwilling partee what to make of hesitancy? land masses appear below the cloud deck abstract city open to interpretation another stern face unmoved by spectacle
May 28
First seen from afar bas relief of steel the edges of Manhattan and proof that it does end and one hot train from Newark is how it begins a car on its rails a needle in its groove a burst of static and the track starts to play
May 20
that inexorable pull the waterfall splitting into a hundred separate streams rivers in the air full coursing but bankless even in fear there is boundlessness here mist and rain caught in indeterminate webs and spiders dead center if there is mystery we carried it in water runs to the lowest point
May 18
A crisp evening the pasta perfectly al dente light clinging to the sky like legs of wine finally quiet caesura– and no one claps through the pause– everything in harmony except that door, ajar
May 16
All day today half -heard noises, like a baby mobile, or was that a cat? Don’t you hear the thing, calling? Or am I too attuned to the periphery, lines of demarcation, too glib the response, quick as a field of grass in spring, Whitman said tongues, no, blades– but I’m not green, can count the seconds before a thunder clap, and if I were to really ask– easier to shut the cold thing out, […]
April 30
You said it’s still winter, ice sheets around Greenland, while flying, up above it all, hermetically sealed, observing, removed, the ice withdrawing, the ocean stretching to fill a void, although from altitude it wouldn’t seem to be moving at all, there are subtle things you miss from austere heights, giving up detail for the largest panorama, further out, still, with no more borders, strange landforms falling under the very edge of the day, abstract clouds […]
April 29
My heart is over by the budbreak far far over in true sun and night no passivity of rain it falls unequivocally as the light comes down in bars full chords of golden rays and the shadows palpable. My heart is just one cautious note a finch at the field’s edge singing it is so very late and yet still early a frost would be the end irrevocably but the leaves unfurl like tiny sails […]
April 9
Sun today like honey like salve and that breeze coming off the lake– crisp bridges linear and visible in fullest color not simply more light this clarity– winter has its own perspective– a twist of mirrors and new glass shifts into focus a few repurposed shards illusions of infinity and then there is this sky
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