A Poem For Sunday

liquor

“Poetics” by August Kleinzahler:

I have loved the air outside Shop-Rite Liquor
on summer evenings
better than the Marin hills at dusk
lavender and gold
stretching miles to the sea.

At the junction, up from the synagogue
a weeknight, necessarily
and with my father—
a sale on German beer.

Air full of living dust:
bus exhaust, airborne grains of pizza crust
wounded crystals
appearing, disappearing
among streetlights and unsuccessful neon.

(From Sleeping It Off in Rapid City: Poems, New and Selected © 2008 by August Kleinzahler. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus, and Giroux. Photo by Flickr user guy schmidt)