after Willem De Kooning
The unconnected structure of weather
the heavily tipped foliage that struggles
to hide its unreasonable power: a doorway
swings on a hinge of wind, in the street
the plastics are brightly-colored,
the elegant mouths of a ripe human climate.
Where the small cars speed towards you,
windshields a milkbottle blue; to transcend
and even hover on the abstract wind:
apprehending structure and the grand design
of hazard.