Friday, January 20, 2017

The Hinge


Lithograph by Franz Cižek



The Hinge 


        Forgive
the craft
of pouring myself
into pitchers.

Water
cannot tolerate thirst
for long periods
of time, the thirst

that invaded my home
during the years
of submarginal
words.

Burglars
burned down
the charity bazaars
and school libraries.

Now my son
will inherit
a handful of ashes.

Only "The Imprint of Reticence"  
remains.

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