Musings, musicians, memories, outsiders and minor characters, vintage fonts and exotic fruits, history, crime, a rodeo parade, a Russian submarine officer and much more, Doug May's new collection of poems covers a wide ground. The forms range from tercets to quatrains and sonnets, from blank verse to free verse. Unexpected connections are made with understated grace, as the poet directs our mind's gaze toward verities, mysteries and "the common hidden / things which run through / our fingers like water."