Winter 2012

Toward An Understanding Of Evening

Let me say here, Loneliness is a kind of cologne no one would buy.

I look down the long century of yards into the house at the corner,

where a woman is moving in a peasant dress, holding a lantern,

or a cocktail in fluorescent kitchen light.

Understand evening? I am happy to have it for moments, coated with oily light,

thrown against the wall, with fragments of tree shadow. We say the heart breaks.


You are sweeping the mirror pieces, singing a gauche song:

A gauche song, but I am singing,

gauche bells, gauche night, but I am singing.



The player will show in this paragraph

Leonard Gontarek, “The Universe”