The.American.Word.

Never a good thought to
conclude
that the thing itself – the constellation
of time and place, of apprehension
and – to say it simply, of hope –
is lost.

Aspiration may be the point,
or merely the hint of
direction, but it stays
close

and the few words
we build our public places,
we set stone,
upon, still sit square
and express some
centered
notion of
common

creation

that

demands

regard