23

01/02/2010 § Leave a comment

I can shepherd
the ghosts of my selfhood hither & thither,
about the caves and forests of my geography where,
I know now, dwells no mythology:

just a cicada,
crawled out of itself
too early
for spring sings.

(January 2010)

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