Cole Swensen If To Love If to love a wall              at all a vice             of heart inside I lived inside as if             between sky and sea               I think sometimes             we become just what we want and then go back into a hand           that then folds up. I held a piece                         of ice in my hand and turned it in the sun. Which builds in stone. They say the "footprint" of a house. Walking, it turns out, is a form of light. Whole Ghost From one horizon to the other                           who counted their faces                          all in attendance: a country                    stained like a portrait                        into a sheet                           held up to the sun Ghosts appear in place                        of whatever a given people will not face                  There are days the entire sky is a ghost                             though again                      it's not necessarily what you'd think bright sun                full of birds                      you're in a park                watching children chase pigeons away about Cole Swensen