HIGH COUNTRY CANTICLE
The shroud has no pockets,
the northern Italians say.
Let go, live your life,
the grave has no sunny corners –
Deadfall and windfall,
the aphoristic undertow Of high water,
deep snow in the hills,
Everything's benediction,
bright wingrush of grace.
Spring moves through the late May heat
as though someone were poling it.
Charles Wright
The Wrong End of the Rainbow
Quarternote Chapbook Series #4
Sarabande Books
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