the moment Nietzsche got ahold of Aphrodite a thousand swords fell from the sky
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.
Oh, look. A June bug is trapped
in the screen door. Buzz saw scent.
Plastic and old dust. In the yard
a laid-back mourning dove coos.
has become a symbol.
– which reminds me,
In America the time for symbols is returning –