. Poem, with a Companion
. A pale orange sail with some red in it
. was receding into a young June sun’s
. blue opinion of the locale.
. Oblivious to it,
. Poem and a woman
. asked out of
. a long-lost map Poem had just
. found in his notebook
. for a course in calculus he’d taken
. in junior college thirty years previously
. walked slowly through
. the small quarrels the ocean was having
. with the shore.
. Mid-Manhattan traffic sounds,
. from some other poem–
. sharp, yellow,
. upside-down–
. whittled a possible destination
. into the dimming of his hopes.
I don’t really know what to make of this, but it seems interesting enough to take care of this entry with.