“You” have transformed into “my loss.”

The nettles in your vanished hair

Restore the absolute truth

Of warring animals without a haven.

I know, I’m as pathetic as a railroad

Without tracks. In June, I eat

The lonesome berries from the branches.

What can I say, except the forecast

Never changes. I sleep without you,

And the letters that you sent

Are now faded into failed lessons

Of an animal that’s found a home. This.


Noelle Kocot, “The Peace That So Lovingly Descends”
from Sunny Wednesday. Copyright © 2009 by Noelle Kocot.
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