Today's poem is by Brian Swann
The headland shivers. We who are
used to daily things are not
used to this. The whales glisten
like pears after rain. Light falls
across them and silence itself.
From far away something
spills, emptying out. Everyone
stands in the sun's monotone
while the hours hammer themselves
flat. One locust signs to another.
A finch goes off in small arpeggios,
leaving long shadows, while something
is struggling out of the sea, making
a replica of itself in the stars, Cetus
falling through the universe as
the sea swings open, then shut.
A bee lands on my arm then
lifts its golden thighs off into the dusk.
Copyright © 2005 Brian Swann All rights reserved
from New Letters
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