Wednesday, June 15, 2022


It's like: you've known 
since you were no
older than two

that an unblemished sky 
is azure blue; 

you don't need 
some poem to come
throttle it into you.

But still, you'd peel 
that dog ear back 

sooner than peer through 
the open window, 

because it both 
thrills and 
unnerves you a little—

rather than reignite 
the old fervor—to poke 
at the embers 

of your first 
true discoveries,

just to make 
sure they still