Frank Lima had already published his own poetry collections by the time this poem was published in the Review. He received an MFA from Columbia.
by Frank LimaThe air moved across the sky like a giant
as three men escaped into the desert.
They became the figures of intimacy,
like the mountain tops.
They became the link between two banks
as they thought of food, their descriptions,
and the long legs of the desert.
The weather collapsed like a rope around them.
They rotated with the news.
In the small towns the cement began to sparkle,
the aluminum siding pretended to be gills
and fermented the rumor of children.
from Vol. 54 (1975)