Love Is

love is hit or miss, what counts

is dailiness, earthworms, their responsibilities

& segmented grubs, earth-dwelling spiders

earwigs, caterpillars climbing weeds

What Might Have Been

The poet roster ends with one

Zukofsky. If not great, he’s at least here

singing of horses on a day without sun.

End of the alphabet, he defines arrear.

Two Ks, a Z & a Y — at school the butt

of jokes, plus he refused to forever pair

with Lorine, forced her to flush twins (gut

punch), then let her go, put Celia there — 

married, they raise a son & music make.

I have a hard time reading his words

due to Niedecker’s trace. It’s offense I take.

Glad I never met him face to face.

Mishap aside, Lorine’s superior pace.

Their offspring might have been twinbird.