Sunday, December 30, 2012

The year winds down.... This poem is from EMBLEM:


All my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar,

a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow scattered here and there,

stumbling toward a future
folded in the New Year I secure

with a pushpin: January’s picture
a painting from the 17th century,

a still-life: skull and mirror,
spilled coinpurse and a flower.

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