A Bewilderment
       

I have lost all luscious dreams
beyond all kingdoms of thought.
But then I feel happy thinking of you
the way we invite our love to the table
to eat what's left. I make a stream
connecting the baseball card in my wallet
with the you in my mind.
See how the sun carries certain weight?
It looks like a wild egg
from a prehistoric bird broken open
on a baffled hill. I want to go out
and ride the back of a parable
or walk up and down the city looking
for something that thrilled me back in the day.
Back in the day I tore
jubilant Edwardian script
across a savannah.
I wrote that there was no
stopping a forest
from taking what it wanted.

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from Someone Else's Wedding Vows
Tin House Books
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