Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.
I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.
Sometimes it’s painful to watch a group of poets trying to work a room as if they were politicians. The AWP conference, as the wag put it, is comprised of 15,000 introverts pretending to be extroverts.