walking

So now the world is coming with its cameras to document, to register an audience, to blur away our hard-scrubbed homogeneity, our hardiness, our hardness. Everyone can tell you where they were when the world arrived. Everybody happened to be walking their dog, eyes on the ocean, 11 P.M. and...

Walking farther there, I am glad we age slowly, discovering now in memory similar frontiers of a physical world, visiting as though for the first time ruins of a once great city, yet novel in the crumbling light. We trip and stumble, unaware...

My feelings just took a turn for the better While thinking of white flowers turning into strawberries, Of clover turning into bees, of crowds of wisteria Swelling and swelling. People often think I have a friendly dog, but it is just me: My wide arm-span for folding tablecloths, my feet that...