WORK IN PROGRESS
Out of the corner
of my eye on the walk home,
thinking through Dante,
a trinity per-
haps: one swan rocking on the
swell, one feeding, and
a white gull plunging.
Glimpsed in passing, Love’s image
stamped on summer air.
WORK IN PROGRESS
Out of the corner
of my eye on the walk home,
thinking through Dante,
a trinity per-
haps: one swan rocking on the
swell, one feeding, and
a white gull plunging.
Glimpsed in passing, Love’s image
stamped on summer air.