by Noelle Kocot
The Peace That So Lovingly Descends
“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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Written on 2016-07-29 at 12:41
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