I KNOW A SEAMY MAN TOO


This is the line, the core is
finite, a man I know from Provo was
working his way through Osaka

a resurgence
of for-
m reversed

a rooster
passed, a woman I know
walked by in a uniform

of flowers. Her head and fingers,
her eyes listening to the band.
Her head and fingers

in Bambi-land
and her face
a giraffe.

A stroll down
and through
for the moment.