June 2009

You lean disconsolate on your stool,
                                        Sullen and certain

As minor royalty rusticated to this
Unhelpful climate of solvents, gaskets, pliers, and bolts.

Because they are new and manifold and useful

You feel their whispers against you. The staunch
Resistance of objects. How...

Another one of those Pyrrhic experiences. Call it
an expyrrhience. A day at Lords, mostly rain,
one of those long-drawn-out draws so perplexing to Americans.

Nothing riding on the game, two mid-table counties
at the end of a disappointing season, no local rivalry or...

Mauve mist-shadow cloaks the sky’s
River-blurred, inchoate border.
Dawn’s old story; and light tries—
Not the last time—to devise
           Lasting order;

From first principles assigns
Laws to frame day’s jurisdiction;
Drawing contours, shapes, and lines
From the nebula, it shines,
           Strange as fiction.

Such designs, though, won’t appear
In...