Today's poem is by Matthew Thorburn
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, stuckdown in the bent reeds,
the broken bracken. What we see in the distance
is the distance. Then so late
even the snow falls asleep.
Copyright © 2012 Matthew Thorburn All rights reserved
from Every Possible Blue
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