Read the entire poem here in CiderPressReview, vol. 17, issue 4 [2015]--his work is excellent, very Neruda-style.
Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country:
yellow maple; red procession; black branches.
yellow maple; red procession; black branches.
As I move through the park, as I measure, the winter birds bang
their primordial notes. They skitter & lead me home. [...]
their primordial notes. They skitter & lead me home. [...]
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