Mr. Montefusco, the combination/ of your Italian lineage,/ your cool nickname: The Count,/ your

The Fujiwhara Effect/ sounds elegant off the tongue/ belying the danger/ double hurricanes collide

We stand, move on cue./ We stand in queue./ Our position is/ Is no more subtle than/ The proposition

Sturdy jackets, collars up./ Raspail in the afternoon./ White plums in the sky/ ruffled as if painted on./ Empty

They say we all have dreams/ of flying. Well, I don’t, not the/ ones where your running shoes/ are

anglers dot or clump the pier’s boulders/ casting, reeling, fighting:/ to bait stolen, a catch of seaweed

I posed a question for my love./ I paused for an answer, holding/ still, but in time no answer came./ Wind

Alone,/ a loon sang/ of poetry,/ her voice caked/ across a lake/ dimpled by rings/ of leaping fish.  

Take a swim in the darkening lagoons/ under my eyes, live vicariously through a piece/ of cake served

of my memories remain ashen tears of contrition/ when I walk on the embers of a purgatorial past/ it

Ten years from now when we look back at these days/ It may seem funny how we were so scared of a

Across the top of the world/ an unknown, mystical experience/ of boom and flash in the white/ realm

They were days/ spent on soft grass/ and warm sunshine.//They were days/ not worrying about my actions--

Endings introduce us to companionways./ Emotional maffick is integral to revision./ It’s best to

Watching his color drain,/ I recall the brown river,/ rusty film of steel mills and cracked oil/ coating the

The ivy would take over the house/ if we let it./ I water my indoor cacti once per week/ and I forget/ that the

Wonders of the night/ Then there's wonders of the light;/ Tell me, O lonely traveler/ In which you shine so

September rain/ heavy in the afternoon –// leaves hang on/ their branches—// long goodbyes/ as autumn

How can you be sure/ that your glasses are seeing/ the same thing as you? 

You can plan to change the world./ It is even encouraged, against likely odds./ Consider the endgame