So everything goes forward. If I say Now look it’s already gone, is Then. Today is hungry to be yesterday. And in this city that’s my city, when I turn around, a building has gone up, or if I blink or laugh a year has gone, I find my little nephew has shot up, there’s some new gizmo you can read this on. The poet used all this as metaphor to say his words would love forevermore. His words would love. I’ve been at this all day: I want to see you, girl, remember how as you walk down the street, your body says again, again, one frail, almighty Now.