Reconciliation

Something glittered in the sandy bank. Gull circled noisily, but no one else was there More than a breeze was off the bay, But the clouds were motionless, Unaware of the bite below. Scattered reeds bent back toward the cottages, The early sunlight was bitter still. Sand behind me, forgotten miles, The sand in front …

Descent

Descending out of heaven Into Minneapolis, I saw outside the plane A hard, bright autumn.   Far below, a parking lot, Crammed with automobiles, Flared with momentary glory Like Hopkins’ shook foil.

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