POEM
Leaf Litter on Rock Face
Things are not
unmoving (or else what
is ing there for?)
The things once-living
fall on the never-living
all the more movingly for the eye
that passes over them.
The wind wells up
to spill a trail
of onces off the nevers,
take opaque from eye
to mind, or near it —
every rocking takes some leaving
to a stonish spirit.
Source: Poetry (November 2007).
This poem originally appeared in the November 2007 issue of Poetry.
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