Great Blue Heron on the Wing

—after reading Robinson Jeffers’ “Autumn Evening” 

Slow wit, if you think this 

Bird ungainly, don’t — 

Imagine how 

Ridiculous you look, trying 

To take off after

Second thoughts again. 

Nightshade

Dearies, 

I want nothing to do with light- 

Hearted blank verse or rhyming 

Structures like ear, hear, near— 

I want nothing but tendrils 

Untouched by bittersweet 

Nothings clinging 

To bier after bier after bier. 

Building for the Future: One Less Vacant Lot

At this point, I don’t know 

What is more edifying—looking 

At photos of the World Trade Center 

Before and after 9/11 or reading 

Eliot’s Wasteland for the nth time— 

Any way you look at it, 

It looks like we’re long past 

The point of no return 

On our investment. 

Fired

Any debts incurred shall be paid in full 

When the sack in question leaves

The coal factory on its last legs 

And empties the proceeds 

Into the blackened hearth. 

Rendezvous Point

Two unearthly bodies, the full 

Moon rising, the sun 

Setting, meeting 

The cypresses 

Standing fast over 

An unmoving sea 

Of marble crosses. 

Anti-Cartesian

You think you are 

An exception to the rule— 

Methinks how 

Can this be when all sense of measure’s lost, 

You exceptional fool?

 

All So Obviously Lovely, Also Not Too

Lovely to think that 

What I think lovely 

You think too but 

Also lovely to think 

You think not too.