It’s not how the letter’s spelled but what withdraws
between assignation and its representation.
The old man gave us directions because he didn’t want them back.
On a shore
we’d meet where they dare-to-call
California poppies grow.
We’d be intimate
with the undersides of bridges, and the towers looking like trees, the Calder looking like a tree.
iii.
Jos Charles
Jos Charles is author of a Year & other poems and feeld (Milkweed Editions)—a Pulitzer Prize finalist and winner of the National Poetry Series—and Safe Space (Ahsahta Press). She resides in Long Beach, California, with her best friend and cat.