Friday, December 6, 2019


Wavering light—
anemic and ancient 
city star or 
arcane technological device—

you give me neither 
strange courage 
nor prosaic dissatisfaction,

just the routine 
kind of wonder 
whose weakness is 
its very strength. 

Could this be the famous 
vicissitude of nature? 
Or is it, rather 
it's opposite—

this pulsing skyline 
nothing, then 
taking it away.