After Months
Shifting unstable air,
patches of light,
raindrops standing on
the candy red gas tank
of a Kawasaki 750.
Coming down harder,
bouncing off the seat,
dripping from the tips
of black rubber handgrips,
tach speedometer needles
resting on their zero pegs,
twin mirrors focused back.
October,
Maine
Fortune Cookie
Almond lemon gritty on the tongue,
--_TIMES LONG AGO WILL PRESENT
A SPECIAL TREASURE TO YOU_--
A moment whole again?
To see more clearly, Trudi, 17,
washing in the Woodland Valley
stream. Tamey,
giving me another nickel
to play pinball.
Barbara's smile, wanting a child.
My grandfather's arm, levering
a floor board, skin hanging
from his biceps cord,
holding while I nailed.
So many treasures I can't quite see.
Wrecking Ball, Commercial Street
Salmon streaks of pulverized brick,
white pigment, tar, nicked and scarred
in every direction, patina of blows
on a mute obdurate interior.
Six weeks I carried it until
the beautiful surface cast off,
weightless. The iron opened from
the inside out and like a new bell
began to sing.
For Elena
The Polynesian Navigator
Swells current,
sky rimmed,
shell on a stick chart
promise of land,
alone and
singing.
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