1.
The trembling of a maple tree:
Autumn buries spring.
Not everything
Hoped for came to be.

2.
The future happened and was not a sum
Of my earlier projections;
Newer directions
Proved I took stock in the obscurely dumb.

3.
If a pathway to another life
Could be fashioned immediately
I'd have no need to be
Treading the edge of a knife.

4.
The crooked palms, the bleached concrete—
All mine. My eyes have usurped them,
Just as the hacked phlegm
Of a *** supplants the street.