Rooms Full of Pottery Make Me Want to Smash Things

(as I am in
china shops,) when you place
your hand on my back, saying, “I
am Here.”

Rome in September, Princeton in the Fall

He says
“I am chasing
obelisks around this
eternal-city.” I can not
keep pace.

What I Found In the Pocket of My Lost Blue Jeans

In hand
I hold a brass
key (not mine,) matches, nine
cents and the broken string from our
tin cans.