Galway Kinnell

 

Vapor Trail Reflected in the Frog Pond (excerpt)

The old watch: their 
thick eyes 
puff and foreclose by the moon.The young, heads 
trailed by the beginnings of necks, 
shiver, 
in the guarantee they shall be bodies. 

In the frog pond 
the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps, 

I hear its drone, drifting, high up 
in immaculate ozone.