Talking on the phone


The Man with the Radios
Collected in: The Town of No


Beyond the curtainless
bay window of his house
on the side street,


he kneels
among old radios, left
from a time of belief
in radios,
some dangling fat
tails of cord


from end tables, some
in darkening corners
sprouting hairs of wire


from their great backs,
and this strange one
he has chosen,


standing on the paws

of an African cat.
The man with the radios


is so far away
in his gaze you would swear
he sees nothing,

so still you might miss
how he concentrates
on not moving


his hand. Slowly,
slowly he turns
its ridged


knob in the dark,
listening for the sound
he has prepared it for,


watching with his absent eyes
the film that clears
from a green eye.



Photograph: Thrift Store Radio, Biddeford, Maine