Whether he writes a short lyric or a long experimental series, Finkel relies on concrete images - a breeze through grass, a cigarette in a piano player's hand - to ground his central questions about the clash of order and chaos in our everyday lives. He delights in naming weeds and towering trees, cars and streets. Yet, in each poem, there is a constant tension between the actual wind and the words we must use to convey the wind's force.