Leaves sinking freezing: sky
breaking down as restless: I turn
& take: take up the vacant
space: the vacant eye flips up:
this point in November
the point: that leaves sink & wheel
in wind: blunt: closer
to the braid I trace underfoot:
tracing saving it: saving
the night in a pocket: it cannot
pass through the tiny hole
it cannot: take up a second song
I pass through myself: let
evening come: let it take us up
and rename the world: let
it take hold & rename the world
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Rae Gouriand is Editor of One By One Press and author of poems appearing in American Poetry Review and The Kenyon Review.
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