Today's poem is by Steve Wilson
Extravagance
for Robert Creeley
Like a numbing thumb,
the moment dulls until it tastes
complicity. Of worrythen the craving gnawto eat and eat is all,
is all. I've stored long
loss upon some kitchen shelf.A jar that rounds along
the night. Worry words: that works
us sure, the waya nightbird suresthrough shadow sures
its call. At least
this once. This one, at last.
Copyright © 2007 Steve Wilson All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
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