Kathleen Winter

reward the upturned collar of immediate
expectations, Nehru something new

reader in inconsistent state, alertness;
identical pinnacles, a picket fence, will not

do—often I am permitted to return
my taxes, borrowed tuxes

wild serves & wayward glances
something of immediate force, a bomber

a smoking, a good-looking funeral home
is nest too comfortable for reader’s

perfect pea coat seven sailors old
buttonless mothball Mecca

bolero must know more
than what’s expressed in letter jacket

as wind pushes a shadow past
the buckskin braced against it