Today's poem is by Jan Wagner
koalas
so much sleep in only one tree,
so many gray globes
of fur in all the branches, a bohemia
of sluggishness which itself in the treetops holds and holdsand holds with a couple of crampons
as claws. nor was it ever credited, first to take
the journey above the whistling fans
of rainforest canopy, ruffled stoics,shoddy buddhas, tougher than the poison
in the leaves, with their cotton-woolears
against enticements, immune
in some cranny of the world: no waterloofor them, no walk to canossa.
take note of them, memorize them
while there is timethis face in repose,
this expression of a cyclistvery close to stage win, disconnected
from the ground, but within our reach
in jaded gray, before each of them yawns, stretches,
drops off into a dream of eucalyptus.
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from Copper Nickel
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