Dark forest.
| Publisher | Modern Poetry Association |
| Publication | Poetry |
| Subject | Literature/writing |
| Format | Magazine/Journal |
| ISSN | 0032-2032 |
| Issues per Year | 12 |
| Volume | v172 |
| Issue | n2 |
| Published | 1998-05-01 |
| Role | Type | Name |
| Author | n/a | Robert Wrigley |
I love the way the woods arrange themselves
for my convenience: here's the stob
I hang my pants on and here
the shrub I nestle my still-warm
underwear over, out of each leg hole
a leaf like an almond eye, one black
fly strolling the vent like a big city boardwalk.
And see how my shirt flung up
is the residue of flame,
long smoke fading in the weeds.
I hear my boots go running now,
though they will not go far down that ravine:
they miss my socks, one...
[This journal article is 351 words long]
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