This poem is taken from PN Review 72, Volume 16 Number 4, March - April 1990.Two Poems
Getting Up in the Night
'In the Land of the Living?'
Yes. But wait a bit. No.
Being like this, only living the way
of a sleepy chrysalis
as I stumble across the landing,
groping not to fall
down the stairs; or asleep again
against that shadowed wall.
But no need for the light.
Glints and dark glows - amber,
greenish, cemetery white,
flake in from the square
through cracks between curtains;
enough for three o'clock eyes;
enough...so touch button and -
Niagara. Drudge back
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