On dozens of these newsstand cards

Pictures overrun their edges:

Mowers creep towards missing yards,

Shortened gargoyles leap from ledges,


Soldiers toss back cropped-out drinks,

Heroes wave to absent friends,

Road signs point to missing links,

Lanes continue without ends - 


Victims of the fallen border

Bled from overflowing panoramas

Whose boundaries are out of order,

Common lines without their commas,


Pools whose near infinities

Overgrow their given spaces

And splash in the vicinities

Of unpaginated places.


April 28th, 2002