Another Walking Poem
A Walk After Reading Dante’s Paradiso We live in a heaven we take great pains to avoid. Shielding our cheeks from a winter sky’s chilled fur, we hunch against the brush of air that has rushed gloriously everywhere. We listen into our phones so as not to be pierced by arias in the pines. Clench worry’s hands to keep a woodpecker’s drumming from entering our bones. Stay separate. Refuse to sail a cloud into evening’s…