
NIFTY is a cheerful little word, and today’s poems mostly use it with a wink. Diana turns it into dry sarcasm during a long train ride, Robo applies it improbably to a box containing a corpse, and Lari gives it the bright polish of a gift-catalog slogan. The seasonal prompt comes through most clearly in Mark and Mick: one gives us the movement of an outdoor fall game, while the other treats summer’s end as an excuse for one last slightly nutty outing. NIFTY may not sound especially poetic, but its casual optimism gives the poems something useful to play against.