Thursday, January 16, 2014

All of the Faraway Places

All of the Faraway Places

All of the faraway places laugh and
clap. It sounds like a bushel of cannonballs
shuttling down into valley. A horde
of echoes. Can’t you come here,
the faraway places are giddy
for a glimpse of you in your kayak.
A dusty bazaar with reams of scarves.
A watchmaker’s shop carved into
the side of a mountain. A beach
without humans for fifty years.
The swamp likes you. The grove
likes you. The cliffs like you.
All of the faraway places find you
dreamy. Changeable creature, dangle
your legs over their edge. Don’t you
trust the world with your body.

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