He began by talking about the place:
“I hardly remember it…”
This is the night of cars.
This is the night of cars on wheels.
This is the night of cars on wheels on roads.
What snow like sympathy like snow in sympathy,
or sun,
or something like that.
Geography hope
like hope like
hop.
On the (bottom) wave
I see water
like water, honey, waves.
To diminish the world
would be like
a pretty aunt.
Alibis like begin-
agains
,
let’s begin again.
I read a lot about photography.
The ways they took my high school.
A gospel like suburban chopsticks.
And the fortune always says no.
My favorite season is
Frick and Met and Maine.
