I’m in Arkansas this week, and that’s one (but only one) reason I want to post this excerpt from C. D. Wright’s Deepstep Come Shining (Copper Canyon Press).
In the seclusionary cool of the car the mind furnishes a high-ceilinged room with a white piano. Seldom struck. Color sensations. In which the piano floats on a black marble lake, mute swan in a dark room. Beyond the windshield the land claims saturate levels of green. Illuminating figures and objects. Astonishing our earthliness. I was there. I know.