|Cranes Approaching Its Singleness
“Suppose you go now while it is still
day, for there is no denying it is still
day.” (They all look up at the sky.)
“Good.” (They stop looking at the sky.)
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
My program is simple: to surrender to
the city and survive its inundation. To
read it, and in reading order it to read
itself. Not a doctrine, but a public notice.
— Stephen Rodefer.
A city as though
closes its eyes
all at once.
Its life a language
cast into echo
“March along now you fours you twos together in mystery in sentences of love.”
But the city refuses to awaken & be kissed.
Its dream (a camera) pictures a camera leonine at crosswalks.
[What is the word? What is the value?]
Love's blonde Stradivarious
sings doo-whop at curbside
oh yea // oh yea
both cranes approaching
|a white crane
a beaked crane
avian as drink
|a tall crane
a lifting crane
a dozer over