But when I rap harder, that hysterical feint—the flip
to her back, eyes slammed shut, skinny
tongue lolling in the snow.

If we are going to mean in so many ways 
let them all be lopped off. 

The beach is a balance oscillating
in the sunlight, it is a see-saw
  our town gleams on.

As an archaeologist unearths a mask with opercular teeth
and abalone eyes, someone throws a broken fan and extension cords
into a dumpster. A point of coincidence exists in the mind

In Regent’s Park the cleanup’s incomplete.
Though weeks have passed, it seems it’s still occurring.
You drive. We talk. Ambition is a theme.

All this happened when I was young:

I stopped knowing anybody. I waited for somebody to know me. I knew most of my strangers in depth; acquaintanceship stifled this; strangeness had to be the bond. Maybe I was too small to be seen. 

Another fall dusk and I was out
  with my son to pick up
the fallen walnuts, holding them to

There are many facts in the world.
Most are passengers, but some
Drive the car.

Field is frozen, it doesn’t move
even as snow starts to cover it.
Nothing grows there.

I saw my name in print the other day
with 1932 and then a blank
and knew that even now some grassy bank