He spoke with the leaders of Pakistan, Spain, and India today, juggling condolence calls
If the rousing truce could spike, wrecks could tell and rails could race
their horizons, they truly would till the forge of bleak shoulders hoarding sparks
The shuttle is a workhorse instead of a chariot, supporting
endless microgravity experiments and, lately, making supply runs
to the space station, another apparatus that orbits forever and goes nowhere
Nothing was spoken as the car glided silently across the
prairie, its shadow growing and shrinking, absurdly deformed,
finally swallowed by the earth’s umbra. It was then that I felt
it well up, the panic and overwhelming pain, and I began
We preferably wouldn’t have appended the heather anyway.
I have this story about lies and gills and lives of fear
and that’s kind of stiff. You need, and maybe want,
different hinges for the different terms in your love, and you
go aground, hooking somebody to sift
The destruction of America is being planned, soft targets
revved up. The needle tears a hole, but I remember everything.
We have to add up all the photographs. The bottom line:
let’s not be sheep. They’re using our freedom against us. Report
any thing suspicious, go about your business and prepare,
full of broken thoughts, anguished British content in reverse
What seems dangerous often is not – black snakes, for example, or
clear-air turbulence. While things that just lie there, like the beach,
are loaded with jeopardy. A yellow dust rising from the ground, the
heat that ripens melons overnight – this is earthquake weather. You can
sit here braiding the fringe on your towel and the sand will all of a
sudden suck down like an hourglass. The air roars. In the cheap apart-
ments onshore, bathtubs fill themselves and gardens roll up and over
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