- Changing Shirts in the Car
for MJ
Birds on the wire thickly conspirewhile the afternoon grows lemon, and islanded.
The peonies are absurd. The true namefor all that I see sits isolate
in a public house, and I will nottrouble to find her there. You will understand
if, instead, I admit I can see only the cowl,unembroidered, of right now, this quicksilver
happening. And if you name it you lose it — anything.I know that our enemies, even could they be made
to retreat, would foul the wells. Our odd joysand our quiet are undercut, streaked by such facts.
I want no certainty that cannot stand this Atlantic wind,this mealy light. Quince blossoms hold the line
and laten. Nothing in which I have faithis worthy of worship. [End Page 111]
evan beaty lives in San Antonio, Texas. His poems have most recently appeared in Southern Humanities Review, Cutbank, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and other journals.