Poetry Less Than Daily

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

LeRoi Jones


As a possible lover

Practices
silence, the way of wind
bursting
its early lull. Cold morning
to night, we go so
slowly, without
thought
to ourselves. (Enough
to have thought
tonight, nothing
finishes it. What
you are, will have
no certainty, or
end. That you will
stay, where you are,
a human gentle wisp
of life. Ah…)
practices
loneliness,
as a virtue. A single
specious need
to keep
what you have
never really
had.

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