Pockets

Gospel by Philip Levine The new grass rising in the hills,

Chaplinesque by Hart Crane We make our meek adjustments,

At the Public Market Museum: Charleston, South Carolina by Jane Kenyon A volunteer, a Daughter of the Confederacy,

A Sock Is a Pocket for Your Toes [excerpt] by Elizabeth Garton Scanlon A sock is a pocket for your toes,

Blankets of Bark by Sherwin Bitsui Point north, north where they walk

Inventing Father In Las Vegas by Lynn Emanuel If I could see nothing but the smoke

Regarding Chainsaws by Hayden Carruth The first chainsaw I owned was years ago

At the Playground, Singing for Psychiatric Outpatients by Peter Everwine The bright-faced children have gone home,

Pockets by Howard Nemerov Are generally over or around

The Waltz We Were Born For by Walt McDonald I never knew them all, just hummed

Two Countries by Naomi Shihab Nye Skin remembers how long the years grow

Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines

Broadway by Mark Doty Under Grand Central's tattered vault