On the Road

I met my neighbor on the road this morning, a childhood friend I haven't seen since childhood, except on Facebook, which is where he saw the news of my new book. "Selling lots of copies?" he inquired cheerfully, and when I mentioned that books of poems don't really figure in that way in the American consciousness he and I then shared a few moments laughingly comparing the obscurity of our respective art forms: He is an opera singer, it turns out, though from his Facebook friends I had construed him as an architect. But this is not a post about Facebook.