Canticles

1. A Steinbeck Aha Peering upward from the apogeeof infinite soaring mirrorsI watch you stray far off course.Thus is produced an aha momentas luck exits the equation. You’re exposed like a water lilythat floats on thick firmament. I fix my focus onyour dusty gray work shirtas you stoop to pull chickweedfrom ever widening cracksin the pavement. A bitter wind…