Today's poem is by Ryan Flaherty
All worlds begin with asking. Instinctively
the chlorophyll of the new and briefly
edenic asks, "Am I home? Can I stop
inventing these engines?" And end and begin
with asking, with a wild fecund of ambitions
on the lip, on the edge. Sometimes I can feel
my bones resting in the mass of me and sometimes
I can't. I ache to move, I think of moving.
"If-then," I say, "if-then."
Copyright © 2010 Ryan Flaherty All rights reserved
from Colorado Review
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