Hokkaido Photo
       

Me, I'm the square silver camera
that takes all this in. Too lazy
to keep my one eye open.
Look, it's getting late. An owl like a lighthouse
turns its head all the way around.
Now it's later. A grizzled dusk struck—
no, stuck—down in the bent reeds,
the broken bracken. What we see in the distance
is the distance. Then so late
even the snow falls asleep.

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Copyright © 2012 Matthew Thorburn All rights reserved
from Every Possible Blue
CW Books
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