We are building a house small in the woods,  refuge from disquietor vague boredom. It must weather distance,the hurt of proximity. We do not mean to,though we are so good  at breaking, scavenging old bone and feather, stalks of  wildflowers outlasting the hour of their heads.  You are boss, and look boss, hammer and spackle knife and blue hair,…

DREAMING OF THE GOVERNOR AND THE MAYOR PLUNGING INTO THE RIVER Perhaps conjoined at the ankleby a concrete block, like the tailsof Pisces. Yes, let them embrace the East River together in early morning so they may be blessedat last by the light of a new dayrising beautifully without them.         MY DAD’S BIRTHDAY…