Comments about Lawrence Beck
I am in the house, imagining the way the world is
Beyond the windows through which I can see it.
Wind, it seems, assaults the trees.The sky is
Pale, a sign that it is full of moisture, very humid.
Far out in the valley, cars in knots move from
The office buildings downtown, out of sight to me,
To villages which once had been autonomous.
Gravity and better roads have moved them closer
To the city, closer in their own ways to a world