Misgivings

by William Matthews "Perhaps you’ll tire of me," muses my love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds new ways to wear each flounce of light and investiture of weather. Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp, planes explode, topsoil gets …

Misgivings

by William Matthews “Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” musesmy love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds newways to wear each flounce of lightand investiture of weather.Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp,planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away by floods. And …