September 22, 2009

Can You Feel the Fire in a Boy’s Eyes?

(To Autumn, John Keats, and George Herbert)

Zippers, buttons, and snaps;
Buckles, sashes, and ties.

Memorials wrapped tight
Around lightposts ’round here.

Then geese back and forth.

Cups and saucers and coffee.

A shout enveloped in his cape.

Good hope, Ann and Elizabeth.
The horn by the ocean.
The Providence Sparrow.