Two Poems

TRYING TO REMEMBER THE FUTURE

It's not all that easy, a rhyme
for November,
without listening among
the other falling
months of the year,

days that still glow
among cooling ashes: remember
how the fire
of late afternoons
can blind through the lattice -

work of veins
and leafless tracery? It flares
the edges of things, so low
down the night
is near,

but so clarified in its brilliance
the future, let us
...