A Poem by Yusef Komunyakaa
Listen. These dragon-tooth icicles ferried by a season between seasons, their icy fangs clinging to the eaves of houses & bare branches of trees. There’s something beautiful here but also terrifying, snowy mounds this hard new year marking my bones for bad times, & good times to come. I don’t know where the lightning came from, how it began in the left hemisphere, & circled out the right side of my body, leaving its mark. In fact, I’m sleepy now. The field’s snowy tufts of dead grass remind me of fluffy pillows. Love, where am I? No, I can’t lift my foolish, right arm, always trying to encircle & hold joy too close. I was once a fast walker, moving ahead & back, in the past, fingers tapping a ceramic shaker. Source: LitHub.
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