infinite anthology: day 196

“A Light Says Why”

A light says why. From all the poor prying. Again we attain a more
regal posture–small bird accompanying slips between our whim.
Where will we flicker, loose as two feathers from a wren’s back? Gone,
do not brood for all the hands that miss you. They hardly hold. Don’t
wait, one who thought a dark eye could save you, like night with its black
paws curled and gone to sleep. There are only two names to remember,
Loss and Pleasure, crossed in this field like no man’s borrowed light. Call
the far-sighted foxes to the launching. Call the small deer scattered in
the back brush, swift as flit. Contingency has arms and hands and wasted
faces. And a body, shrunk and scurvy, built to burn.

— Karen Volkman

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