Robert Verdon, #1, Opportunity

now there is steel drum traffic

rattling apartments galore, whose

walls spring up unbidden

within the country town

gala canyons of fascination

views from bridges never before seen

from a limousine

now there is money to be printed

piles spring up unbidden

in the right, pampered hands …

I remember my grandmother's government flat

the acorn I planted in the park across the road

the friend waving forever from the rear window

the crenellations of grief around the sun.