Today has that special, lapidary
Todayness that the sunlight reproduces
Faithfully in casting twig-shadows on blithe
Sidewalks. No previous day would have been like this.
I used to think they were all alike,
That the present always looked the same to everybody
But this confusion drains away as one
Is always cresting into one's present.
"Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror," John Ashbery
[Armitage Avenue east of Spaulding Avenue]
