Parallelograms of grass
occur here, all around,
tapering quickly to a point
behind the looming width
of their emergence. You
can ride them into streets
and more complicated enclosures:
parks and garages lurching
not as though they were smoke,
which they are, but some form
that could be taught. Can you
teach me a river, granite, a verging,
an edging towards keeping
it all just this simple? I can tell
you quenching, winter, I can
show you a deja vu
of temptations I’ll be
pretending I knew.