So the world offers itself in love: / A park on a Sunday with a simple band, / oom-pah-pah under the cherry tree. / What could be more ordinary? / / But time divided the music like this: / To open, an easy ball was thrown, / caught with the lunge of a skirt, a laugh, / two children (related...

No sooner do I start to settle / To copy my wasp (see opposite) than, / Trapped between net curtain and pane, / Yet another bluebottle loses control, panics, / Ricochets with that tiny death-rattle / That Emily Dickinson misnamed / As a fly when she died in her poem. / My mind’s an insect tha...