by Daniel Finkel
To begin with the broken hearts of particles
With the pulling of a lever
And the opening
Of a door
To begin with streamlined alloys
That whirl and flash
Singing through the clouds
To burn on sun-gleamed pavement
And bloom on sidewalk streets
To begin with the blossoms of quince
A blizzard bursting from brass pods
As lights switch off
As doors slam shut
Footprints no more engraved in gravel earth
It worked