Driving west in the global north,
endlessly heading downhill.
Down, down to the flat bottomlands,
rich with place names designed to be aspirational –
Elyria, Avalon –
where trailers sprout like chickweed
among the corn.
What a nice looking young lady coming up the street Is his reaction as he sees out the window by his desk A girl make her way across his view, two stories down. Am I being patronizing, he wonders, to label her so? Or...Read More
She wanted you to look at things: a pile-up of clouds,
Sunset transmutations, ribs of boat-like magnolia leaves,
Intricacies or simplicities of shells, almost weightless
Outgrown June-bug bodies. Nature, in short.
Anything outside ourselves.