IN THE REVIEW

To a Friend in Fall

Me You’d never recognize I look so old. That Chinese joint upstairs On Fifty-ninth and Third’s Still going. All the rest closed down. Connolly’s downtown And Klube’s went without my knowing. Word’s Out there’ll be another rise in fares.

Orare John Berryman

   Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. “Great thirst, slow healing. You must come to this.” His body trembled, one impacted blaze The skeleton tungstened through, quicksilver hot. “You never liked me much, nor did I you.