OUTLASTING MOTHS
2/20/2006
Night Vision
Listen at the door;
no one's future
is opened.
It is my life,
I can fill my arms
with nothing
if I want to.
On a cloudy day,
light is missing.
What of vision?
I see two things
in darkness-
my mother's face
and a wheat field
burning.
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