Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

Five Untitled Poems

Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

Five Untitled Poems

Article excerpt

What you open leans against wood

that is not a door you can muffle

put your arm around the only sound

when you knock on this kitchen table

whose corners were broken off

straight down, still lit, letting you in

circle her mouth not yet the room

left over and listen for the smoke

around the hush from small fires.

Just died and its rain

is already snow, comforts

the obituary page

with moonlight pieces

slowly circling down

as that star-shaped lullaby

small stones still look for

-it's this morning's

though over your head the deaths

are hidden in silence

begging for water

that doesn't break apart

the way each sky

is hollowed out for another

-you make a sea

for these dead, each name

a boat, sails, the spray

midair and out loud.

This tree abandoned at last

flows past as ravines and riverbeds

and can't fall any more

-it's used to dirt and those initials

you carried along inch by inch

not in some stone letting you stop

for water-you were buried

in the afternoon, late so the light

could close the lid with leftover kisses

become an ocean, still burning

and between each wave the glint

from a clear silence you took for yes. …

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