At Least

Monday, July 5, 2010
voices beyond the wall,
Spanish, probably, the cast
of morning shadows, Friday,

white vinca blossoming,
cannas; Stan Getz drawing out
one silk thread after another,

its cloth fallen into bright
remnants, Oscar Peterson,
and J. J. Johnson, the Opera House

in September, its arcade,
suddenly aeolian, the dark
river flecked with city lights,

Harry Callahan’s collage
“Chicago 1957,” pieces
not quite joined; somehow

everything you imagine,
José Jesus Flores and his blue
Mercury hardtop, the London House,

Eleanor on the damp slope
of the Polk Street Bridge:
is it “Yesterdays” already?
Thursday, July 1, 2010