FIVE TAKES
cockpit, passenger jet
clouds under us,
work crews
where the wings will be,
we’re building this jet
while flying inside it
it can happen
it can happen
it can happen
it can happen
it can happen
a man meets his mother
downtown for coffee
two cups, his black
the poem is in the coffee
television weatherperson
projects lines onto the screen:
LAKE EFFECT BLIZZARD
BIG SNOW TONIGHT TOMORROW
MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD
six months later, a large yard
a tall boy, hovering entranced
over a valley in the grass,
placing little men precisely so,
red men on the far side of the valley
blue men approaching in a line