Jacqueline Waters, p.5


This dim life. A trip to Hopatcong
but look away at the last instant
and brush in a parable. Night
is dumb light

a kind of raincoat
we’ll believe the lessons when we can’t
keep them off us anymore
the body with its plume

inconstant like a knee, moving roofs
to clearings, balancing the equation
with clods of earth, one is happy
or afraid, considering the world
with its squares going by