Sunday, January 9, 2022

turn, turn, turn


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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