Fragments of Grace

The hyperbolic queen of Main Street

The driver of the great engine

Of the great wheel

This rare and vertiginous glory

Overwhelmed by affection

And slow ambulation

She has a weird second-generation Vassar walk –

Clack-Clack with a quick scuff in the middle

The taxi drivers all stare at her

Her peculiar power stalling one out

In the middle of the street

But I knew she’d zip by in the light rain

(honestly) her nipples standing up under

That smooth, sleek red dress

She’s there, walking quickly

But taking a long time to pass

Her wide belt emphasizing her small waist

Strong back and good round ass you like it

Long, long tan legs, branchlike, treelike

And in fact limbs of course it’s raining harder

Raining on this fragment of Grace