Amy Hollowell


Today is not other than this ---
A table of pine radiating northern light
            & a skilled carpenter's hand.

The moment glides
On a city sparrow's wing.


Along Arapahoe

Behind the green mountains
Suddenly snow caps
                                                  lift a slender whisper
The wide-load drone
Of fin-de-siecle pioneers
Powering shiny hopes
                                                along Arapahoe.
Noon is a sun beat
                                               on the sidewalk trail
All my rolling wheels
Are stilled

Caught sheer
                          by the elegance of rock
As if
                          by a linden tree blooming
                         in the churchyard
                                     at St.-Germain-des-Pres.