Paradise
The world was all before them, where to choose… — John Milton, “Paradise Lost”
Last weekend
a low noise
the front desk
the size of a teakettle
an old space
the narrow space
of this labyrinth
so many words.
It’s a disaster
just facts
“Both.”
The courtyard
flushed face
background noise
light and air
a question
a devotional gesture
a head start
the essay title
the meaning of
a coffee cup, perhaps
something strange.