this day,
emerging is the first very good thing,
finding breath
out of the earth
finding some outdoors through bodies
to spot Ten Editions as it glides by;
there is (I’m guessing)
a book on the shelves in that store,
untouched since me, years ago
I’m trying to feel better than the morning
reading words,
to prove that can still happen
in the middle of ordinary;
grinding Babstock with the
back teeth of my brain—he’s substantial,
takes some work to desiccate
by Nassau I’ve dropped him,
reading faces instead
in the final approach,
readying, bracing
she’s got one of those noses,
the Aphrodite nose on the everyday,
and her sunglasses look expensive,
cushioned there in auburn, ready
for something brighter than now,
brighter than me
by Queen she’s come to resemble
some New York morning hostess,
all wideness and wonder,
and I’m satisfied to de-car
feel the bull
brush my shoulder
on its way to money