Charles North


Ode

Sophocles, tenor sax reeds, snap beans on a kitchen

  table

 

O summer sunlight

 

clinging not so much to people as to their Subaru

  Foresters

from a fragile enough sense that things

pile up, regardless of time or the space

that inevitably closes around it.

 

Saussure phoned about the gliss (not the glass).

The side street with the ATM window

has a little patch of reckless crabgrass; bristles

plus a few bony shadows, one of which

looks like a bent thumb.

 

Please pay attention.

 

It doesn’t have to be a 1940s movie lobby in maroon and

   gold

filled with standing metal ashtrays, or 

the chorus line decked out in flame-colored taffeta;

the sun backs into a Starbucks window,

collar (seersucker?), loose braids (the Avenue at

   Middelharnis 

 

shoveling its way past painterly lights,

appealingly awkward uprights)

 

Thus: Upper and lower extenders 

slash away at what can be written

before the city on file, quietly flaming gingko trees

but also vegan restaurants with a surprising number

of regulars at the outdoor metal tables, sets 

down its non-negotiable terms for the ode to us,

formal and musically complicated.

 

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Author Bio

Charles North has published a dozen poetry collections, along with chapbooks, collaborations with artists and other poets, and books of critical prose. With James Schuyler, he edited the poet/painter anthologies Broadway and Broadway 2. His most recent collection, Everything and Other Poems (The Song Cave, 2020), was named a New York Times New and Noteworthy Book.