Now

Only Bread, Only light

 

Each morning I carry to my garden

—I do not have a garden

 

I carry my father’s old rake

—Father 

 

And rake

Long gone

 

I dig in loam

—Earth, it is true

 

Hearing

In skull

 

—Head is clear 

A Schubert

 

Quartet

Quarter notes

 

Derived

From dance

 

Knowing

How

 

Dance

Returns to us

 

Father and rake.

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Author: stevekuusisto

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

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