Mist hangs in the airlike extinguished lighting bugs might, blotting out the future, or…
It may not feel like something extraordinary,your life —
It is a strange moment in adulthood,like the rising of a different sunover the same horizon,
I’d like to thinkthe whole worldmoves toward meat least onceeach day —
A poem
Morning light catches orange blossomsof neighborhood busheson fire —
All these partsof myselfwhich I spentmy lifediscovering
And now is the timeI wish to leave — like a pup snatched up by the nape of its neck — a rapturous…
