Fallen Birch

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

Say “the world” but not canker

Never rags, nor blood—

In the library

You’ll be safe.

You meant blue planet




I know.

I’m no better.

I still want some gods

Inside the wind.


Once I went all the way to Karstula,

My grandmother’s town

In Finland,

Walked into empty woods

Saw two sets of initials

Carved on a fallen birch.



Author: skuusisto

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

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