After the Bad Year I Want Things to Be Simple
So I fixate on the shapes we make on the glass: two stenciled cutouts against a fast-flashing scenery—light streaks lashing a lake, another lake cindering througha doily of dogwoods. In Beacon, the train slows down, the view settles into a quiet life: fishing boats cribbedin the harbor, a wind-whacked American flag repeating itself on every …