Vacant Lot With Pokeweed
Tufts, follicles, grubstake Biennial rosettes, a low- Life beach-blond scruff of Couch grass: notwithstanding The interglinting dregs Of wholesale upheaval […]
Author: Amy Clampitt
A Catalpa Tree On West Twelfth Street
While the sun stops, or Seems to, to define a term For the indeterminable, The human aspect, here In the […]
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees
The West Village by then was changing; before long The rundown brownstones at its farthest edge Would have slipped into […]
A Silence
past parentage or gender Beyond sung vocables The slipped-between The so infinitesimal Fault line A limitless Interiority Beyond the woven […]
Fog
A vagueness comes over everything, As though proving color and contour Alike dispensable: the lighthouse Extinct, the islands’ spruce-tips Drunk […]
A Hermit Thrush
Nothing’s certain. Crossing, on this longest day, The low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up The scree-slope of what at high tide Will […]
Salvage
Daily the cortege of crumpled Defunct cars Goes by by the lasagna- Layered flatbed Truckload: hardtop Reverting to tar smudge, […]
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod Stove-warmed flatiron slid under The covers, mornings a damascene- Sealed bizarrerie of fernwork […]