Homage To Weldon Kees
--after his "Homage to Arthur Waley"
Wisconsin fall: windows closed these three weeks,
midnight chill you can still smell through the glass.
I reach for your book naturally after midnight,
work done, listening to the furnace click and halt
in my walls, and I study your photo once more.
Gazing down on that blueblack ocean
you must have joined in 1955. Thinking
“even the sound of the rain repeats: The lease
is up, the time is near."