East River Park

praise dusk when that rare
drifting clod tastes like sugar
and the oak’s champagne branches
carve round brown troughs for milk
when my skin smells of the pocked field’s
muddy cadences—its song, its chord, its strum

praise the bridge-tower that slopes over the blond shoulder
of a runner as the pale blue struts are hammered by a choir

Tim Keane is a poet living in New York City. His collection, Alphabets of Elsewhere, was published in 2007 by Cinnamon Press. He has had poems published in Modern Painters, Poetry New Zealand, Shenandoah and The Denver Quarterly, among others. He teaches writing at NYU.