Birmingham Poetry Review

bpr This afternoon, the mail carrier brought me the Birmingham Poetry Review (two copies, actually). I’m delighted to be in this magazine with Erica Dawson, Claudia Emerson, Carrie Jerrell, John Poch, David Kirby, Chad Davidson, and many other fine writers. I have two poems in the issue, and this is one of them:

Connecticut Avenue

The buildings are not tall but tall enough 
to block the sun and so today can end
How it began—in a milky shadow.
The 42 has passed through Farragut.
past the hotel famous for its Madam. 
That cupcake shop? It’s all the rage until 
the next. Dupont embassies surround 
the simple lust of strangers, coiffed and cocktailed.
That man there. Do I know him?
Too late. We’re past. It’s all the past.