The Millennial Pedestrian

“We were of the air, not in it…”

“Two cowboys sang / one in Arizona, one nearby…”

“Thunderheads may clap together.”

… look at what’s before you: / an iridescent fish …”

“I may change my shape / I may be puffy, soft, benign / I may be dark and saturnine …”

“Sitting on a bench with a book this afternoon…”

A Small Mountain in ConnecticutGlossy lacquered boomerang, the lake belowreflects the oblique morning sun. Two white V’sfrom speeding motorboats incise its polished face.Hills pile up around it, tweedy as a woven textilespread in tumbled folds beneath a sky rinsed clean by last night’s wind and rain. Above a turkey buzzard drifts, still wings finding lift,banking […]

“When the piano was at last in tune / The storm would break against the house …”

“Across the Bosphorus on Asia’s shore / the far horizon hides the hinterlands…”

“a butterfly — a monarch — / kneels in air …”