This poem is taken from PN Review 170, Volume 32 Number 6, July - August 2006.
Eleven PoemsFirst
The consensus is you are reading
or were that day
the camera snapped you
in your half-world, a mothy flicker
evoking open-mouthed wonder in ours.
Whisper it through the walls, wee yin.
We have forgotten.
The secrets heard
when gravity first pulls
on the silvery shadow.
The Guests
The conduit for laughter.
The conduit for eternal laughter.
Swallows flit in and out
through the dark-eyed ruin.
When evening puts out the light
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