Lucie Brock-Broido -- Excerpt from "After the Grand Perhaps"

After what is boundless: wind chimes,
fertile patches of the land,
the ochre symmetry of fields in fall,
the end of breath, the beginning
of shadow, the shadow of heat as it moves
the way the night heads west,
I take this road to arrive at its end
where the toll taker passes the night, reading.


Lucie Brock-Broido -- Excerpt from "After the Grand Perhaps"