Diorama
Saint Paul, 8 November 2005
All the world’s lovers
Assemble in wild fields
In broomsedge bluestem and aster
Suffused for a moment in moonlight
Woods vanish from unpaved roads
Like cardboard transforms to dioramas
With lichen greenery and pebble paths
Suspended in globs of white glue
Daydreams cannot be mortgaged
In houses made from Popsicle sticks
But the hearth you’d imagined lingers
As if life carried on in a shoebox