JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2008
Tradition, With Industry
As you may’ve heard? The machines whirred...
Ahem. I hum along, go, go choral during chores.
Idle tittle-tattle relates: someone else is it! Out, out,
wherever you are... As we rest inch locked in local traffic.
At least the wind’s direct. Skylines—swart hordes,
jutting high stacks—intermit smoke. Mid replica and
replica, populous, inhabiting the ad hoc, many seek to hide.
Me? I’m available, out in the yard.
—Geoff Bouvier
About the Author
Geoff Bouvier's first book, Living Room, won the 2005 APR/Honickman Prize. His work has appeared in American Poetry Review, Denver Quarterly, jubilat, New American Writing, and other journals. He lives in San Diego.
