Glenn Mott – Amaryllis
He strolls down the middle of the sidewalk
leaving little room for me. I lag behind
to get around an open gate, to avoid
a fence post, a mailbox sticking out.
Christian Barter – [They are blowing the leaves from the grass at Princeton]
“The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands
the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of
—John F. Kennedy
“They also serve who only stand and wait.”
They are blowing the leaves from the grass at Princeton
boringly loud, an October morning,
while under the trees unleaving
unflappable statues balance declarations
on the backs of eagles and point their blank-eyed
horses home, where the paths crisscross
I can see the triceratops of love from here
devastating and imaginary.
The homes of the rich sun themselves like vultures above the river.