From what facts you gave, or refrained from giving,
I have not quite been able to determine
whether a porch graces the girl’s aunt’s house

This could be Jeffrey Rosen’s car
or a poem about the night.

Only two can be riding in it.

 

One could as well have chosen
that life of supermarket carts
junked in the backyard,

Stepping deftly to the jetty,
members of the boating party,
women in pearls, long skirts, cloche hats,

I went this morning, this
white arc of year now nearly come whole here,
again to seek those sites

You who have been to Venezuela, sailed
the Orinoco in a paddle-boat, 
the Lagoon of Maracaibo by canoe,