Graceful and resonant new work by a lyric poet at the height of his skill. As I understand it, I could In the art of falconry, during training the tether between the gloved fist and the raptor's anklets is...
call him. Though it would help,
it is not required that I give him
a name first. Also, nothing
says he stops, then, or must turn.
--from The Figure, the Boundary, the Light