Fall Arrives in the Finger Lakes

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

The poets always say “if”
The mosquitoes say “now”
Exchange is a puzzle

Up river empty houses
Lean in the wind


When writing
Add footnotes—
George Washington
Spilled blood over there


By those birches
People tried in vain
To silence anxiety


Tattered maple tree
Squandering light
With its falling leaves


The summer has been dark as a bed


The poets always say “if”
As in: if the soul gets loose


When I close my eyes
I see Winter’s mask:
Gold animals

Author: skuusisto

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

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