January 30, 2020

• a pervasive silence

  

  i'm not sure if i am
  any longer good at hitching a horse
  to a plow.  neither have i set a fence post
  in recent years...

  i have written poems that the world
  will soon forget,
  planned a future with a man
  who wasn't there,
  listened to a pervasive silence.

  there is an old saying,
  "when the general leaves
  for the battlefield
  he does not turn back
  in remembrance."

  behind me, there is a bald hill
  of prickly trees
  and a lonely house leaning on it--
  i do not look back.

  around that house,
  all through the long night,
  the wind wanders over memory
  erasing pieces of the sky

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