- The Ur-Spring of Geometry
Cave Canem: A Special Section
Irresolute, a body, unsagging, crouched and coiled. Waiting a
Whistle, a hum, a train. UPTOWN! DOWNSTATE! COUNTEE!
A way out of, a how-not- to consider Ellington’s A-Train, Common’s syntax.
To ride it, a mind needs ends.
THE DOBY: Imagine. Some screen- writer, some Hollywood Dick, knows (or thinks)
some shit happened for real and we didn’t
know (we didn’t know how close) happened— like losing Detroit
or some narrower sound. DECISION: Crosstown. Euclid Ave., straight
shot. Unspotted, unhurried, we, arriving, unsullied, see [End Page 1010]
not as angular, but fluid, a line up, over Erie
(northwest, so to speak) as out of a sunset,
migrants making something like a return.
Jonathan Smith is a candidate for the PhD degree in English at Washington University (St. Louis). He has previously published in such journals as Obsidian, Agni, River Styx, and Quarterly West.