Sunday, April 22, 2018

RICHARD WILBUR & ROBERT LOWELL ~








ADVENIAT ~





M O R E






The tree farm's endless

rows of pines — my road to

his nursing home







There it was —

the old man's face

at a newsstand in Florence







I don't know

who's cutting our names

into the headstone







Bird tracks

in snow —

Dear Francis






Eyes shut tight —

there's

the old place







Finally graceful —

driftwood on

an iced-in shore







A small bird's song

the furnace

switches on







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from Adveniat
John Martone
Red Moon Press
2018