Preface

When you enter the foyer of the story,
There must be walls--even Calder
Had a celing or a floor. I tell
You now: I began in this place,
Ended in that. There is irritation
In particulars, in the dust.
Look at me now; I'm talking
To you like an equal--the miracle
Of nothing strange going on,
Of writing, or the story in
Transition, on the way to another story.