Les Antczak: Stars

Spring '13 TOC

 

I'm cut where I wanted to shout

Now I'm looking for new trouble

The ridge where pine trees listen in

On our conversation – we don't

Understand their language, it comes

To this, you said, but I couldn't make

Out what you were saying – about

Reading Kierkegaard on the bus

That morning when outside it's

Still pitch, lights coming on across

Open fields, then flickering out like

Dervish fires of planets & stars, the

Pleiades hunched together & murmuring

 

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