Did I Miss Hearing You?
“I
don’t remember seeding
you.” Clearly, I said that.
“Grow
open my mouth //
that
I may speak as I speak”
...(Brandon
Shimoda)... “a
sea
forms,” he continues.
The
clicking also continues
outside
my bedroom win-
dow. Does that mean that I
am to be continued? (Sound-
ly,
resoundingly.) Now I
hear
cars whizzing down
the
main street of my
youth,
which is High-
way
22 in Northwest
Arkansas. The whizzing,
however,
is actually just
waves
finding their var-
ious ways ashore. (Whew!)
