Postcard Crushes

                                 for rob mclennan

1.

Dear, the sun shines straighter in Quito than Cuzco
& why roses are perfect, aligned, globed—
the women only want gold;
I think we all face up luminous.
Why we think it love is 1,033 miles beyond (me)

2.

Hey--geography is your best feature!
O for a day in that Chinatown,
or prairies at 31, a blanched map,
you are here gone missing—
O for a night at the Mercury Lounge
(when we can’t jimmy-rig the sublime)

3.

Barges trawl
this Hudson
& you are
out where
writing, poem-
talking poet?
Confluence
is chance is (like)
dandelions

4.

Farms of landscape
between us.
Maybe why
we both hanker
to dance
a rhythm only
insects can play?