Anyone

Milton’s God Where I-95 meets The Pike, a ponderous thunderhead flowered—   stewed a minute, then flipped like a flash card, tattered edges crinkling in, linings so dark with excessive bright   that, standing, waiting, at the overpass edge, the onlooker couldn’t decide   until the end, or even then, what was revealed and what had been hidden.     Using a variety of forms and achieving a range of musical effects, Nate Klug’s Anyone traces the unraveling of astonishment up