As if the silence of snow falling on itself/drowned out the edicts of ice/and the demolition next door-as if/a promise glowed-these poems are beautifully poised on that as if... Their luminous clarity is matched by delicacy of feeling understatement subtlety an attentive ear so fine it can hear Longings/spin gravel and go or that birds wing brushing the air. So much home truth in this slender volume but such lightness of touch we can almost forget that how it shone is inseparable from its vanish