Poetry November 2011

Smoke

Plumes from two chimneys opposite the café
          mingle, become each other. I know
what the smoke says. I know that life is nothing
          but a brief wisp. For now, we’re together
shooting the breeze, intermingling like the smoke
          that is a white shawl over the shoulders
of the invisible goddess of the cold, keeping her warm.

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Greg Delanty’s recent books include Collected Poems 1986–2006 and the anthology The Word Exchange: Anglo-Saxon Poems in Translation (2010), co-edited with Michael Matto. He lives in Vermont.

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