Two Roads Diverged in a Wood
Wednesday, August 16th, 2006It’s this chain,
with one paper bird pinned to it.
Four feathers dangle here
for the hunger of wind
to be sustained.
How hours and days
can pass like this-
paper thin. Reading
poems translated from
Greek, from the red
strand of hair left
by the muse, it’s hard
to understand.
In memory, I stand
at a castle built in
Central park, with a
placard around my neck
that says “Peace.â€
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