Wesley McNair is a New England poet, a New Hampshire resident until he took a professorship at the University of Maine at Farmington forty years ago (they live in Mercer, ME roughly halfway between Bangor and the NH line, going east to west) He has written roughly twenty books and has been nominated and awarded much over the last 40 years.
Late Wonders: New and Selected Poems begins with a very nice "retrospection" written by McNair, and the volume ends with a section of his new poems. Between the two are selections from his collections, including "McNair’s masterful trilogy of three long narrative poems written over the course of thirty years." (these have been published in separate volumes.

I like McNair’s poetry for many reasons. It’s down-to-earth, intimate, ordinary, sometimes funny or sentimental, always empathetic. He’s captured so much of northern New England, and yet we easily find in his lines the universal.

OLD CADILLACS

Who would have guessed they would end this way,
rubbing shoulders with old Scouts and pickups
at the laundromat, smoothing out frost heaves

all the way home? Once cherished for their style,
they are now valued for use, their back seats
full of kids, dogs steaming their windows; yet this

is the life they have wanted all along, to let go
of their flawless paint jobs and carry cargoes
of laundry and cheap groceries down no-name roads,

wearing bumper stickers that promise Christ
until they can travel no more and take their places
in backyards. far from the heated garages

of the rich who rejected them, among old trees
and appliances and chicken wire, where the poor
keep each one, dreaming, perhaps, of a Cadillac

with parts so perfect it might lift past sixty
as if not touching the earth at all, as if to pass
through the eye of a needle and roll into heaven.

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You can read more of McNair's work here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/wesley-mcnair ( )