Again I Find Myself Between Trees
taking off my coat,
my "care of place," someone
said. I hear the roar
of a thousand-thousand places
being stripped like
the blank time in between
the time I find myself
awake—sudden, with thirst.
So this must be the place
I'm meant to be. And this--
the wind sent to carry me off.
my "care of place," someone
said. I hear the roar
of a thousand-thousand places
being stripped like
the blank time in between
the time I find myself
awake—sudden, with thirst.
So this must be the place
I'm meant to be. And this--
the wind sent to carry me off.
The Great
Is this the distance that is dead? That calls back
placenames withheld? That the names have been changed
to protect them in the wilderness the self
for each a beam a lesser light within the withheld a passover
from past hearts she was even born with it the first time
now I am included in th— in this
protuberant light of life in the great--
greater circles
placenames withheld? That the names have been changed
to protect them in the wilderness the self
for each a beam a lesser light within the withheld a passover
from past hearts she was even born with it the first time
now I am included in th— in this
protuberant light of life in the great--
greater circles
Jimmy Lo lives and writes in Atlanta. He’s the author of The Sea is White and A Reduction published by Little Red Leaves Textile Series. You can find him online at jimmylorunning.com
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