Article 2

Rim

One imagines himself/addressing his peers/I suppose.
—George Oppen

Slid the candle a hand’s-width 
left along the table &
studied 
the twist of flame in glass 
& the lights beyond.
 


Correspondence

—after Lee Harwood

The night opens         stays open           a letter 
marked Par avion               no brooch

for the artful              no lake
reflecting the woods—      

                   Only leaves            rain-slick 
in streetlight      winter’s postcard    

plain enough        to say          yes
“brushing through”