Sunday, February 5, 2012

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.

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