Monday, August 18, 2014

not to worry






 
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In the right-hand pocket of my former life I’ve left something for you.

That is, darling, your turn will come.

I’d walk out on myself if I could.

I love the distant glow in the nighttime desert sky

like a worn yellow spot in the dark

everything might still slip through.


—Charlie Smith
from section 1 Outside Las Vegas of Late Days
Jump Soul: New and Selected Poems







 
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