Sublime

STILL, they dreamed.

as if he, too, might have another hundred years or two to document what time hides forever in plain sight.

Updike’s “A&P”

With luck, some of those seeds will remain viable, inside controlled vaults in the side of a Colorado mountain, until the day when watchful people can return them to the ground. She purses her lips, and pens an addendum. If not, other experiments will go on running themselves, long after people are gone.

He’s Sih Hsuin Ma now—his old self turned inside out, like a jaunty, reversible jacket.

skein

Back in Brooklyn, a poet-nurse to the Union dying writes: A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. Jørgen never reads these words.

deputized