I find tiny moons inside the clam shells
\non the shore.
\nMackinac planetoids.
\nThe Grand Hotel hovers above Lake Huron
\non the slope behind me.
\nA regal crane of indelible white.
\nI get here now and then.<\/p>\n
Unexpected rendezvous.
\nBeing here is like the pause
\nof passing countryside,
\nfeatureless sea in the middle of oblivion,
\nblue, hypnotic sky,
\nand then I find myself
\non the hotel\u2019s veranda,
\nwith chips of time in my pocket,
\nheavy with alloys of sentiment
\nand alluvium,
\na gray table of lake
\nfor moving my chips to the center
\nand playing the last of them.<\/p>\n
A man\u2019s serious love affair
\nwith his life.
\nJackpots and losses
\nwhile his beautiful bride
\nof forty years,
\ncomes down the veranda
\nand stands with him,
\nwaving at ships
\nmoving on the horizon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I find tiny moons inside the clam shells on the shore. Mackinac planetoids. The Grand Hotel hovers above Lake Huron on the slope behind me.…<\/p>\n