Reading Alone

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

Spreading tales of war across two tables—dogs at my feet

Chimney smoke, Russian tea in a glass,

How young the mind still is

While the exophthalmic Greeks strut

And waves behind them

Wash like hay on hay—

War stories late afternoon

My neighbors thinking of dinner

Spring arriving high in the trees

The neighborhood fills with particles of green.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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