Two Poems

Correspondent Breeze

for Tom Pickard


I.

two hawks above Park Avenue –
           on what draft –
April’s chilling us back into March

season’s out of joint Tom

*
Lincoln Tunnel
Holland Tunnel
wind tunnel

*
no fuckwinds here
but fuck, the wind’s
my ears’ bane, then
a caress

*
what should have come
to you last spring –
that wind, these lines


II.

reservoir surface blown
north, a new year, January
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