By Richie Hofmann Richie Hofmann
I have come again to the perfumed city.
Houses with tiered porches, some decorated with shells.
You know from the windows that the houses
are from a different time. I am not
to blame for what changes, though sometimes
I have trouble sleeping.
Between the carriage houses,
there are little gardens separated by gates.
Lately, I have been thinking about the gates.
The one ornamented with the brass lion, I remember
it was warm to the touch
even in what passes here for winter.
But last night, when I closed my eyes,
it was not the lion that I pictured first.

Source: Poetry (November 2012).


This poem originally appeared in the November 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

November 2012
 Richie  Hofmann


Richie Hofmann is pursuing an MFA in the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University. He is the recipient of an Academy of American Poets Prize and the AWP Intro Journal Award for Poetry.

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SUBJECT Living, The Mind, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Arts & Sciences, Architecture & Design

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