Americans Dot the Dusk

social

neatness like

a

patched

thought

               stark crayon

                              a torrent

of                           chill

               tendrils

the voice of

               scorching

high in the air

               briefly peering

back

(1-inch window, right-hand margin, p. 22-28)

Autumn Grade

               time

               a

blue-white diamond

to live

               on

               a

ray of

               jade-green

               wood

               this

slow-dawning

trackless

dusk coming

leaf-less trees

(1-inch window, left-hand margin, p. 14-21)

Outside Heroic

choice

               women

               delicate

bones

                              the eye

                              sockets

               a

               fine

               narrow bridge

                              a marked

               way of looking

                              the

truck gardener’s

                              toil

(1-inch window, left-center margin, p. 11-12)

West of Town

there’s currant and

cabbage

as much as

the

faded spring

rose

(1-inch window, right-hand margin, p. 8-10)

The Name Remains

a little heap of

                              woman

               beauty

               soaring

               suddenly

in later years

she lived

briefly

                                             the

                              coming

               death

strange

               leaving

the time afforded

she had a sort of

                              hidden

                              anticipation

she thought about

saying it

(1-inch window, left-center margin, p. 1-7)