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Monday Meditations
This Monday poem is from my book Hysterian and first appeared in the Banyan Review, where it was a semifinalist for their annual poetry prize. I've kept dream journals since the 1980s, and this poem came out of one of those dreams. It's most certainly not the last...
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THE LAST POEM I'LL WRITE
I should etch this poem in the glass
of your eye. This, the last
poem I’ll write.
Each time you stare
at a horizon of bluestem,
wheat, sunflowers,
or into a cloudless July sky,
or down at the still surface
of the lake you’ll hear me call
Beloved! my voice suddenly
vibrato, a ripple of prairie wind
or a restless bluegill.
We are a book of devotion, nearly
complete, we’ll leave unfinished.
Don’t be afraid to open your eyes.
