I like the lit streets of big cities and the hum of small towns. I’m reading “In The City of Light” by Larry Levis and sharing some of my standout bits of that poem.
Descending, I looked down at light lacquering fields
Of pale vines, & small towns, each
With a water tower; then the shadow of wings;
My only advice is not to go away.
Or, go away. Most//
Of my decisions have been wrong.//
When I wake, I lift cold water
To my face. I close my eyes.//
A body wishes to be held, & held, & what
Can you do about that?//
Because there are faces I might never see again,
There are two things I want to remember
About light, & what it does to us.