I close the shop at six. Welcome wind,
weekend with two suns, night with a travel book,
the dog-eared sheets of a bed
I will not see again.
I not of time, lost in time
learned from watches—
a second is a killing thing.
Live your life. Your eyes go. Take your body
out for walks along the waters
of a cold and loco planet.
Love whatever flows. Cooking smoke, woman’s blood,
tears. Do you hear what I’m telling you?
from Steal AwayFind it in the library
Copyright © 2002 C.D. Wright
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
