Jacqueline Waters, p.3


The arrival went off without a hitch,
of spring, of frankness
tying us pleasurably to the ground
as a stem or train ticket fetches
the best possible life
and how to live it. Then we leave
so things don’t get perfect

I’d go along the river
with you, to study just one thing
though you contain all the indications
they argue about and elude
like wiry hay, when the hay comes