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"Amen"
in paradise.
What quality of bird? A fleeting
hard-to-catch.
On thrifted wings
the author fails and fails and
letters
part her dovecote pockets,
touching down. She lands.
A
woman yells. The man across
the train says "oh" and catches up
his
papers. Chinatown's the stop.
Three "dings" (the last "ding"
shutters
him from slip-back-in).
Remaining passengers unstill,
resettle,
seats apposing us,
the bare reflections. Billboards
caption
these unwitting portraits,
alphabet in posture not in speech.
Next
stop: Forest Hills. The end-
of-line. Tomorrow's inbound
origin:
a clock and tunnel.
Milling edge. Eliding pigeons.
Harvard
Review
Number 21 ~ Fall 2001
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