April 19th poem

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


This Must Be the Place

Days you get up and-- something in me has given
way-- everything feels swimming. In the mirror
an openness of aspect, a falling away and smooth-
faced forgetting. Happens maybe several times
a year. You and the air are swimming.

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