'Stunt' by Claudia Dey

A graceful, lovely book, it reminds me of things –

whiskey and cigarettes, poker and an old man’s laughter
creosote and tottering on the rail
that sound the future made, the echo
the unread portent that was emptiness
the weight of living water just before the splash
the interpenetration of sound and time and taste and smell and mood
the unremembered
how as long as you don’t reach for it, it’s standing in your shoes
warm hands in a cold cold rain
not forgetting really, but the wisdom of not reaching back
the trick of pretending it’s easy