Here it comes now, at the last, the woodpecker.It’s come from afar.It’s put its beak in above my heart.Lie still it says.Very still.Listen.You loved the light, it says, of day.You let it touch yr face all yr life & u never apologized, never feltthe distance in it—its howling—its giganticmemory. You did not bury yr face […]
Source : Day
