Today's poem is by Mark Irwin
Potter's Field
And if death is poverty
we are rich now, having finally becomeplace now, shadowless we are
at peace. News only to earthnow, something to be
still for, over and over again.So much easier to speak
now, as only the windresembles our breath
now, as only waveslap like tongues, our
only reach that of thirstygreen trees. Desire's
ravenous mouth gonenow. What we could not
save cannot be spentnow, though what we
loved remains, redhearts parachuting,
for we are of earth nowand cannot fall again.
Copyright © 2004 Mark Irwin All rights reserved
from Bright Hunger
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