Oh Mary, I suppose that God could have Borne Himself to us in some other way: Release His transcendence as glaciers calve Their ice; float like a dust mote into day; Just suddenly appear, self-authorized, A stage magician pulling fast ones For a depleted audience, surprised But not amazed: What else would He have done? […]
The lion’s share of cars up here Are being consumed from below: A bitter ring of rust appears On the chassis, a reverse halo Or muzzle that each winter grows As road salt eats the paint’s veneer. The metal is the next to go, ‘Til nothing’s left to interfere. When I first moved, I made […]
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