Stephen Kuusisto

Post-Orphic

Tonight I felt it in my ribs:
A flood of green in the marrow,

And I decided to live right here
And sing sometimes.

I pulled a book from its shelf,
Held the minutiae of the world

Open like a killdeer’s wings.
I’ve lived without names

For plants and trees.
What happens now?

What happens?

 

 

Advertisements

To reach me, please e-mail me at gfboyer [at] outlook [dot] com. Thanks!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s