This poem is taken from PN Review 255, Volume 47 Number 1, September - October 2020.
Two PoemsCorrespondent 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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