was always
fact of any day's instance--"
[Robert Creeley explaining
how he made Oppen's
Selected Poems
and so much more]
First Saturday morning in the new apartment
I'm in the middle of the second movement
of some classical piece
as this box pours itself
into that corner and
that corner starts to look
like my family's fingerprint.
Steady rain now for three days straight
didn't stop a walk last night
out to a friend's and back
with a little tipping
in the middle.
Cicadastreets gone quiet
then suddenly loud
then quiet--a negotiation of sorts
with the rain and the night and the older
neighbors who have a seat
at the table.
Do me a favor and
some day collect
all the lines we've ever written
about crickets and cicadas.
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