Today's poem is by David Ray Vance
Wooden lattice outside a window creaks
empty vines, purple iridescence of pigeon necks
folded in sheets and moon spilt.
The way willows off Campbell Street hungOut of such turning inward, solitude bends,
naked, winters heavy as this one
branches angling for roots entirely elsewhere.
widens onto dimly lit dwellings
past which voices pass and are taken.
Fragments lived now or some other timeSkin of this skin, body of these bones
slivers of sun spiring the translucent
submerged in poor, indifferent places
the most hushed hour answers.
Copyright © 2007 David Ray Vance All rights reserved
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