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by Jesse Anger
I
Laughter elapsed.
Impermanence is a jay.
Wind in wild grass is
where it cannot stay.
II
A venus-moon
leans in indigo, hushed
filters through
shifts of cirrus.
The bear unburdened,
seven fires lengthened
into silver over time.
An age before our eyes—
all that's left of light remains.
III
Our ground's unstable.
Geologic time
and vaster weather,
asterisms. An infant's eye.
IV
Dust on the banister
turning into light
on the landing. The
lilt of wood and wind.
V
The child purls into
my lap tapping
at a book, with his index
extending to the patterned dark,
two blues from dusk—
I, too must. I have been
only to remember
forgetting that life
is to give, time but a stitch
in the side of what is.
VI
Arc of the
ephemeral,
eternal waking—
no plateau.
Far Too Close is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store.
JESSE ANGER
Contributing Author
Other works on The Blasted Tree:
Far Too Close by Jesse Anger is a composite of Blasted Tree originals and previously published work. For information about the publication history of Far Too Close, please read the Acknowledgements (Acknowledgements & Thanks).
ISBN [Digital]: 978-0-9938364-7-3
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