SPRING CHILL
With the spring day
coursing cool
in the shade,
I turn a street corner
and, struck by sun,
feel
a recollection
start to formulate, not
as an image, or even
as an intangible
muscle memory, but
as from something stored in
bone, a skeleton
memory of my skeleton
childhood-small
and summer-warm,
a memory
radiating out
from marrow
to muscles
and veins
and skin
to return me—
for a full, brimming moment—
to a sweet, long lost
emptiness.
THE PROJECT
A steelworker
in an orange hard hat
calls down commands
from within a giant square of girders
soon to be unseen, girders
that reveal, for now,
the core geometry
of the building, one
rising like a sculpture
even its artist, once
his metalwork is done, will need
a key to enter.
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