yes, I’ve seen fall foliage before
maybe even this beautiful

it comes back to sermons, then
these English poetics

Ashbery, Bly, Whalen
all courting Heaven
(all counting Heaven, as well)

as if there’s greater merit
in reading to the choir

it’s not the diamond
but the flash arising in dusk

the ruby or garnet
sapphire or jade

a fly captured in amber
reaching out in flight forever

all of one’s previous loves
speak to the present

as if you’re essential
to their survival

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Copyright 2015

Poem originally appeared in Liquid Muse Quarterly


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