Ongoing Moments
(after the writing of Geoff Dyer)
Howie Good


When we see birds
in the evening,

Camus said,
we always think of them

as heading home.
A white truck,

its lights blurring
through the rain,

is coming the other way.


Something was there
and no longer is.
The elevator door

will open again,
not on another floor,
but in another city.