The house moving slowlyThis morning. Photos on the walls -Suddenly dissatisfied.
The chosen language and cadence of the work hefts off the usual pomp of poetry, without leaving any of the poetics behind.
Until it was stenciled by snow at midnight,
I hadn’t noticed the statue on Washington street.
A small spider’s small web snags a fat bumble bee. It is difficult. The bee escapes. We three learn.