after Li-Young Lee
late into night
unable to see
in one darkness
of falling snow
I close my eyes
to see another
in a dream
told in a language
in which I'm a guest
I see Li-Young Lee
fold a paper boat
and send it swirling
down the moonlit river
of my memories
Shot Glass Journal, #5, Fall 2011
A Room of My Own: Home, Sweet Home
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, XLI: "home"
boom, boom, boom
outside the steel safe room
with his ears covered
a boy sings,* If I had wings*
*l...