CLOSE WINDOW
from Even Song for the Lost Pollinators
Pumpkin scars of the living-room décor lapse. Then how should I begin… And how should I begin? (T.S. Eliot, “Prufrock”) Who has the power to inflict real pain? Fog stuck in orange and yellow trees across the river. Who has the considerable power to hurt? My way is to begin with the beginning. (Byron, Don Juan, Canto 1) A split or gap in leading turns the avenue into a venue. “Pun, fact, banality” (Zukofsky, explaining line 12.) The sun is done, scrunched under the grim sink of tree lines, grinding the red western hills. Lights race again at a distance in fine lines to untoward towns.
Even Song for the Lost Pollinators
by Daniel Bouchard
(2003)
Cover by Lara Odell
