Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Unquiet Ghost

Above the Mississippi near the U,
looking up at the Washington Street Bridge—
I could walk to the West Bank, but no library business today.

I can’t see Coffman because it’s behind an oval building,
but the funny silver shapes of the Weissman are there, as I sit
beside a silver maple. I want

to mention hundreds
of minty purple-flowered plants,
more bees the more I look.

Yeah, Coffman’ll be my destination. I used to go down
to the rec room in grad school to play pinball―
like those times with Victor in Denver. He’d holler
at the machine You whore! and punch the sides and slap the top,
but he was just copying somebody I never met―
it didn’t come naturally to or suit him. 



late spring/summer 2016