Thoughts While Walking – Maxwell Bodenheim
A steel hush freezes the trees.
It is my mind stretched to stiff lace,
And draped on high wide thoughts.
Urban Celestial – Jeffrey Greene
Leave this body out all night
in frost in the leaves.
Oleg had white teeth, but Natalia’s were golden.
He taught “navigation” at the Frunze; she, physics
at Public School 625. He said literature was “a drug,”
and she came shouting, red-faced from the kitchen.
Like the neighborhood kind
you went to as a kid, full
of yellow light and red
velvet curtains and everybody
there, friends, bullies throwing
popcorn, somebody with red hair.