February 26  2001

Twenty-four



the parable that keeps me awake tonight
shines hot

the day
hot on a weary back

that is what he says about the late

glass in the deep hours still

far enough from dawn

and in a clearing
Zupeopa stalks and ignites the ideal

birds sing

and the dark continues here and you might ask him again

why not sleep


 

 


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