Spring 2015

First Night in the Planned City
BY DAN TESSITORE
Couples walk the cobbled walks, hand
in hand in the apple dusk. Their silver hair
returns the apple dusk. And it pleases
them, the ample stock of old ways
that do remain (aleuromantic messages
in cellophane, for example). Night
will come, just the same, and dawn
bring nothing to fear, nothing to name.






