I am not sure I know enough about poetry to write about poetry. I was intrigued by the project. I like poetry collections that are intended to be collections, and this one, about the city, the idea of the city, seemed promising. Still, I couldn’t connect. There was a detachment here, windswept to be sure, but there was none of the grit or even commentary I expected. There were no cities I recognized and very few moments rang true. The view seemed dated, the 50s, more town than city. The collection didn’t work for me, but I am pretty willing to hear that I just didn’t get it.