Swift Glimpse

Upon another stage of survival and recovery,

we pause and look ahead or look at each other, briefly

distrusting the resumption of the movements,

the threats, and the music of our streets.

What an empire of unequal labor, misshapen

fame, and loves whose tongues retain

the floodmarks of outswum pain.

The truthful protagonist carries a box

of brake pads, a c-clamp, and a bus pass,

or they use coupons on toothpaste and soap,

or they wash their children’s clothes

while playing old songs that sound exempt

from greed, and their face, in the available light

among sidewalks, alleys, and courtyards,

can send an onlooker a swift glimpse

of the heart’s unembellished excellence.

Notes:

This poem is part of the folio “Love’s Austere and Lonely Offices.” Read the rest of the folio in the May 2026 issue of Poetry.

Source: Poetry (May 2026)

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