it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay
The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day
turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.
None of your blustering entrances
or exits, doors swinging wildly
on their hinges, or your huge unconscious
sighs when you read something sad,
like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,
where he traveled after Clover died.
Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
with their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn.
Jane Kenyon, “Heavy Summer Rain,” from Collected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2005)
That is, darling, your turn will come.
I’d walk out on myself if I could.
I love the distant glow in the nighttime desert sky
like a worn yellow spot in the dark
everything might still slip through.
|—||Charlie Smith, from section 1 “Outside Las Vegas” of “Late Days,” Jump Soul: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2014)|
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Since when did “I wanna hear your voice” not become a good excuse?
Calling you three in the morning, laugh at sleep that we’ll both lose
Maybe college won’t work out, I can come live at your house
I’m supposed to be at class now but my roommate just passed out
Have I mentioned how much I love giant plants
what is the point of golf? why are they doing this
That day we literally chased a rainbow.