Mark Levine, who specializes in such poems, also shares Rector's interests in money, locality and work. I live in Toulouse, which is a piece of cardboard. Summers the Mayor paints it blue, we fish in it. Winters we skate on it. Children are always drowning or fallling through cracks.
Parents are distraught but get over it.
It's easy to replace a child. Like my parents' child, Henri. Almost all write good prose poems. Tonight - the wind will be high in its scaffolding, On the strength. At the crude nest of the mouth.