Sugar House Review, Spring/Summer 2015
It’s the oldest yet: Ours
To catalog, another sun’s
Horizon, a spatter
On the lens. A precious find.
Right here in the neighborhood
Sending out a welcome note
To show us where we’ve been. Mind
The gap between what’s understood
Before the new. Promote
Stellar clocks to dredge the stars
For iron in the dust. One
Label doesn’t matter,
More or less.
We cradle and build monuments
To our best guess.