PREPARATIONS
In late August they cross the street
nothing is exchanged between them of the emptiness.
The newspapers pile up everywhere
the moving of the windswept polar caps.
He thought it was a wolf that had peed in the park.
She was busy snipping around the zipper
tracks unlike any event but leading
to
openings that reversed on themselves.
She felt the same way about cancer.
The business envelopes once you got used
to their licking felt acknowledged.
So complete is the intensity behind impersonal words,
the clever manipulation of mind over hems.
He thought comings
&
goings remain
constant like a gardener's hand or General's.
Would it be appropriate to greet one
without reveries on both sides of the Atlantic?
"Ah, now you're picturesque!" she said
pulling the sweater. The bullfinch being
observed looked once in passing,
ah gust! this like any other
a shudder holding its own course.
