Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Poem: "A Town Called Road: First Report"


A Town Called Road

After the departure of the gods resembling desire

            Tada Chimako, “The Town of Sleep”


First Report

The town looks open as the moon looks open.
It shines faintly and faraway even on the inside.
A silver road cuts through the heart, if a heart
can be called a heart when it heaves like a ship.

In the north, the local woods are taciturn
unless they are asked for a light,
and they will unfold from their sleeves a light
and their mouths will open.

It is easy to take a wrong turn.
The south, also called misleadingly the port side,
tilts towards the ships.

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