Sunday, January 16, 2022

Robert Kelly

Poet Robert Kelly

 

Inclusions


The amber in chamber
glows against the wall
opposed to the window.

Sit where I can see you.
Your hair. The chair
painted yellow
(like that van Gogh
empty bedroom)
long ago looks
golden now. You now.

You now. You know
how things have turned
into shadows of us,
thousands of years to
take on our shapes.
I love this room,
it understands my eyes.


 



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