Tuesday, November 13, 2012

another spark goes

another spark thrown up
into the sky from the scrape
and fire of Pittsburgh.
His steeled eye. The rain as grey
as the sky is. From here to where
all of our loves grow mosslike
and crush us from inside
we will hear your tin rasp
and know even when alone
there is beauty inherited
by things tied tightly
to intent and living
wide open.

RIP Jack Gilbert.

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