OPTIONAL POETRY

The gingko, green fractal reaching in the breeze– there is geometry in a quiet evening, seen and unseen structures– the sky dimming like a screen, still blue, still blue, and the arc of a jetliner, the beams and girders of the closest build site, its lightbulbs, tungsten, in metal cages, old and comforting, just that one room lit, not even a room yet, a prototype, the lack that comes before, that emptiness that is at […]