for James Wright
The ashes that I rubbed into my eyes
are long gone now, look—
the standing man identified,
swallowed by a desolate forest.
Who can save the suicide
from drowning in an oasis—
those without fire and trapped
in an endless galaxy?
1 comment:
this poem has a refrain from
'brighter eyes' (unpublished).
~for james wright
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