TO THE DRIVE·IN TELLER
ATTHEBANK
YOU FACE ME WITH
THE COLOR PHOTO
OF YOUR CHILD
as
if
she were you
and the universe
is some mild
beast to smile on
the endless
reflections
of your image .
I hope you're right .
Our minds are daubed
with opalescent caves.
David Shapiro
SCREEN
The window-shade is a small quantity
Shades of evening, of death, of difference
Shading off into insubstantial copies
Small accompaniment
It
is thin, the window-shade
And thin events come forth
May your window-shade never be less
Your courtesy and your shadowy deep frame
