Late Summer Ode | 
^^p37 Love the housebuilding second-guessing ridiculousness of “Poolhouse Plans.”
P24
it all happened, it all happened
i(t all) ripened, gladdened, slackened, saddened
P43
today I walked my racism in a harness collar
through flatbush, through ditmas park
i called it buck. i told it to heel, heel, heal.
P44
have you seen the light in
_________‘s studio? that light.
there, all is order and beauty,
luxe calme et volupté.
so-soWhen you shoot this hard & confidently, there will be some wild misses & some truly beautiful hits. Just-past-middle-age poems of remembrance & evaluation & confusion & compromise & decline & regret. Some lines so spot-on & evocative, some seemingly wishing for failure. I love this abandon, but the failed stanzas are real. Includes a set of sonnets, not really a form made for wandering. Details as precision or as inside jokes? 2022
