While there is still time

Damp white imprints dog the feet; snowbound trolley, snowbound street. Her tip of glove to lip and cheek, “Goodbye.” Go. Deathly, into soar...

When your face Appeared over my crumpled life At first I understood Only the poverty of what I have Then its particular ligh...

Like a reminder of this life of trams, sun, sparrows, and the flighty uncontrolledness of streams leaping like thermometers, and bec...