SURRENDER
for Halai
Wishes seek solid
ground, a leg
to stand on. The
sun surrenders
to distance again
before repeating its
round reentry into day.
Things go on like
this because things
go on like this, and
for no other reason.
I pluck another verb
from my garden and
place it over your ear.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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