Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Wednesday, November 27, 2013

st. louis cold

i think about
the cold-
  what branches will i tangle this year,
what monstrous leaves will be so brittle,
those sunsets i never had.
  yet i'll endure
whether in the cabin
or in the apartment
the sun splayed like a simmering egg-
the receding hairline of the city
dog walkers in down carhart coats
with breathe as cold as an icepick.
    an elegy for that which
returns.

No comments: