Abstract
Gridded Window Eli Goldblatt I look out the gridded window—worldthru glass & screen—a dark circle underthat stand of pines & yet there’s spottysnow beneath the dogwood holdingits red leaves despite the freeze. Allwords among the things we touch,all memory covered in light snow, you walk far from me today, perhaps onour street. Could we share the samethought now or is breath alwaysparticulate like coffee grounds inmy empty cup or yellow leaves shedfrom a single maple? When I walkout this door, I see what you can’t—tree trunks smudged in the meltingice. Where you are, trucks protectmen digging asphalt to get at oldpipes. I can hear their air drills jackhammering to reach dirtbelow even here, wheresnowfall makes no sound. [End Page 237] Eli Goldblatt Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Copyright © 2022 Johns Hopkins University Press
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