Movie Magic

Trading Places — 
the Twin Towers back
where they were

Pan

The sun declines by slow degrees and sets. 
Out in the yard, a little boy forgets
He’s not alone, and slices through a net 
Of shadows with a stick in silhouette. 

Page for an Abecedarium

S is for this swan, 
Swimming at the break of dawn 
In a flowing font. 

The News

Oh my God everything 
is happening!

Ruins

The columns like half melted candlesticks 
With setting sunlight flicker, glow and drip, 
Growing slowly shorter until one quick,
Cold gust snuffs out the flames upon their wicks. 

The wax congeals in nearly shapeless bricks 
Around their bases; clouds of smoke eclipse 
The moon and stars; and statues by a trick 
Of shadows stir and part their frozen lips. 

Ex-Delivery Boy

I heard a motorcycle’s roar 
Diminish differently 
The night I heard the Lord had ordered
Meat Loaf at the feast. 

Obstacles

Staring at the ceiling — 
The constellations wheeling 
Past the plaster.