This poem is taken from PN Review 101, Volume 21 Number 3, January - February 1995.
The Memory of Words
Words drifting in like leaves, sifting
like fine flour through my mind,
silting up its edges with thought -
at four the billboard glorious world
revealed: at nine intoning a liturgy
to flight, then jumping down the height
of dresser in a yellow dressing gown,
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